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"The next morning at daybre;k, continued. Ludovico, "Father started out for Parma. He went straight to the Franciscans and implored them to pay him his due. After a long discusâ€" sion as to his rights to the money, they paid him his two hundred ducats. T do not know if it was spite on their part, or if they had no other ready money; but they paid father the whole ‘ sum in quatrirus (a large, heavy copâ€" per coin). Father was delighted and thankful to have the money. Hs put "It happened some days ago," said the boy; "we had not a morsel of bread in the house, and the baker would not give us any without payment _ Even the milkman, who has always been so patient and so full of pity, would not give us any more milk for the two litâ€" tle girls. The children cried, and mother looked distressed. Then fathâ€" ser said : ‘Don‘t ery little ones, you tear \my heart and I cannot work. Toâ€"morâ€" row I will go to Parma where the Franciscans owe me some money. _ I trust they will pay me at last, when I tell them how hard I am pressed, and then the trouble will be ended, for some time, at least. In the meantime take these morsels, divide them beâ€" tween yourselves and be patient till toâ€"morrow.‘ "Oh, Antonio, Antonio!" cried the hermit; "you were charity and benevoâ€" lence itself and gave whatever you had to the needful; how could you hesitate to come to your own friend for help." «Why did Antonio not come to me?" asked Taddeo, with a trembling voice. Cosenneetic ce ree o2 62 t CtemoiIng. volce. "Does he not know that the hermit has no greater joy in life than to divide with his friends?" Father could not bring his heart to beg for alos and assistance, though it may be from his best friends." He opened the drawer of his easel and gave us several large pieces of dry bread, not morsels, as he said. He haa saved them all for us and had not taken a bite for two days. â€" Oh, my poor friend," cried the herâ€" mit, "how much you must have sufâ€" fered; and I did not know it. When did your father first fall sick, Ludoviâ€" cot" Only a week ago, Tsaac Levi, the fat Jew from Parma, took aw»y father‘s beautiful picture, "Christ on the Mount of Olives," in payment for four ducats which father owed bim.t You know that picture, Brother Taddeo, and you know how much time and labor father spent on is The same day the tax collector came with his wife and, beâ€" cause we could not pay, he insisted on father painting ghim and his ugly spouse." 1 They walked briskly toward Corregâ€" gio, without taking time even to speak. But driven by the anxiety for his friend Allegri, the hermit began to enâ€" quire into the cause of his sickness. "Ob, Brother Taddeo," said the boy, with a melancholy yoice, "father‘s ill ness came from an older disease that afficted himâ€"want !" Taddeo looked m Brother Taddeo, or really Taddeo of Montsalva, formerly a Venetian Genâ€" eral and Night of the Lion of St. Marks, had served the Venetian Reâ€" public for many a long year, with high honors; but, after many a disappointâ€" ment and sorrow,; he bade farewell to the world and devoted himself to sciâ€" ence and charity, and spent his leisure hours cultivating Ius little garden. Taddeo was a learned man with a charitable, kind and brave heart. He was a true friend to the poor and opâ€" pressed, and there was hardly a day when his hermitage did not shelter some petitioner who came from far away to solicit Brother Taddeo‘s assistâ€" ance and help. § "My father is illâ€"very ill, Brother Taddeo,". answered the boy, amidst sobs; "and mother bezs you please to come to him." ©Your father ill! Iam grieved to hear it; I will hurry to him!" cried Brother Taddeo; and he threw his eloak over his shoulders, took his staft in hand, and said; "Let us not lose a single minute, my child " ‘ "What brings you here, my boy a at such a late hour of the night!" as} the hermit, in a kind voice, beckoni the boy in Jae At the first call of the boy, the mit hurried to the doer. The boy breathless, and tears filled his eyes rolledâ€"down his cheeks. breath; "It is I," Luduvico, the son of the painter, Antonio Allegri. Flease Brother Taddeo, open the door; let me in." reggio ‘"Wh from wi Itb was near. the hour. of ten, on an Augnust night in 1534, when a boy of about ten or eleven years knocked in great huste at the door of a hermitage, which stood near the highroad beâ€" tween Parma and the village of Corâ€" Gore3 R rpaghig LATED is it? in IRS. â€"I ed I ESTON norous voice t1 nNLD her and | coah ons e en uiiien .1 00. <NT LOBEIO 4 Antonio wrote slowly on the lower edge of the picture : "Il Correggio in limine mortis pinxit 17 August 1534." (Correggio painted it on the threshold ind ked «Sign ib with the name that will make you immortal, that will bring down your fame to posterity," cried the hermit; "sign it ‘Corregcio.‘" |> They lifted the sick. man from his pillow and propped him up, and, in a very few mirutes, a sort of casel was [put on his couch. Antonio seized his brush with almost youthful ardour, mixed his paints, and drew, with unâ€" equalled clearness and beauty of conâ€" tour, and with all the charm of colorâ€" ing which distinguished his works of art, the kneeling figure of an angel with his child‘s sweet, lovely face. Aud, when the work was finishedâ€"and what a work, a pearl, a wonder of his art!â€"the painter said : "My first picâ€" ture I signed with my real name, Anâ€" tonio Allegri, which was also my fathâ€" er‘s name; then I signed some Lleti, the name of my beloved mother. What shall I sign this, my last picture, Ta,d~l deo ?" "Give me my brushes! Give me palette?" cried Antonio At this moment Agnes awoke. She gazed around and saw her mother and brothers in tears on their knees. She did not quite und.rstand the sad situâ€" ation, but she raised herself softly, knelt down on the floor, lifted up her beautiful, innocent eyes, and began to say a prayer. The unconscious, graceâ€" ful attitude of the child, the beautiful oval of her sweet face, and the soft, trustful glance, roused suddenly all the sentiment and enthusiasm of the dyâ€" ing artist. "God may reward you, my dear old friend," said Antonio, in deep emotion. "Call my dear ones in again; I will bave their faces round me when I die," Monica and the two boys entered the room and kne t down by his bedside, scarcely able to restrain their sobs. "My darling wife, my dear children," bhe said, "do not sorrow too much. Sooner or later we shall all be reunited again. I would have stayed with you a little longer to work for you and shield you from this world‘s troubles; but His will be done. Octavio and Ludovico, whatever ways you may go, whatever luck you may have, never forsake your mother or your sisters; look how swectly they slumber and dreamm of angels." "God is the father of orphans and a comfort to widows, my friend ; and as long as I live I will do all in .ay powâ€" er_ to provide for their earthly and spiritual needs," cried Taddeo: When they had left the room, he inâ€" quired, with a searching glance at his friend. _ "Tell me, Taddeo, is my wife in danger?®" â€" There was. no reply, though the question was repeated; and Taddeo‘s head , was bent down low. Then there is no hope for me!?" cried Antonio, in anguish. "Oh Monica; oh, my children; I must leave you !" "I would like to say a few words to you in private before I depart," whispâ€" ered Amtonio; "please send my wife and children away for a minute." "True friendship. Antonio, shares good and evil hours," said the hermit, and stroked his friend‘s burning temâ€" ples. "Taddeo," replied the sick man, "I gladly share my joys with my friends, but I keep my sorrows rather to myâ€" self." ©YÂ¥es, Antonio, I have come to scold you. . You are ill and did not let me know it. You are in trouble and try to hide it from me." These symptoms did by no means esâ€" cape the experienced eye of the herâ€" mit; but he controlled his emotions and stepped close to his friend‘s bedâ€" side. The painter recognized him : "Abh!it is you Brother Taddeo," he said, with a failing voice; and he stretched out his thin hand to him. _ Antonio‘s _ beautiful â€" face had changed its expression already. The violence of the fever had marked it with deep lines that spoke of bodily suffering and heartaches. His eyes had sunk deep into their sockets; they had lost their soft, bright expression and shone now with alarming ‘brillianâ€" cy. near him. On a piece of matting in the corner of the room lay the painter‘s two little daughters, Agnes and Veâ€" ronica, sleeping peacefully. fell asleep after a dreadful crisis mother, in her anguish, hurried 1 to call you. But, Brother Tadde may be too late; oh come, let us faster ! img to our protestations h ily two goblets of cold wa his burning thirst. An h whole frame was shaking fever, his teeth chattered fim: to bed: Fortwo day reached ho den and c strength tc we are save it in a bag and started for ened with his frightful loa along in the: broiling sun reached home he threw d den and could just sum strength to say : ‘Childrer we are saved !* Then, wi ing to our protestations he le1 o bed. . For two days now gradually sinking with f: astion; but he would not send for you. This eve sleep after a dreadful cri )win. thar omt ind WI my burd iling begin. We love, and those we love die, and we cling to the hope, to the wish, that we may meet again. Love was the first to dream of immortality, and as long as we love we shall hope." "I do not say that death ends all, neither do I say that man is immortal, I say that I do not know. To know is one thing; to believe is another, and to hope is still another. T hope, for all good, for all joy, for the children of men. AllI say about 1immortality is ithis : There was a time when I was not, after that I was, now I am, and it may be that it is no more wonderful that I would continue forever, now that I bave a start, than it was that I should i ind ill In reply to an editorial in a newsâ€" paper, stating that Col. Ingersoll beâ€" lieved in immortality, the great atheist lecturer said : For ulceration, displacements, bearâ€" ingâ€"down sensations, periodical pains, and all "Female complaints," "Favorite Prescription" is the only guaranteed remedy. Ifit ever fails to benefit or cure, you have your money back. "Look up, and not down," if you‘re & suffering woman. Every one of the bodily troubles that come to women only has a guaranteed cure in Dr. Pierce‘s Favorite Preeription. That will bring you safe and certain help. It‘s a powerful general, as well as uterine, tonic and nervine, and it builds up and invigorates the entire femmale system. It regulates and promotes all the proper functions, improved digesâ€" tion, enriches the blood, brings refreshâ€" ing sleep, and restores health and streneth. gh od ‘Back to my hermitage, never to leave it again until I may be united with my beloved Correggio,‘ was the reâ€" ply.â€"New York Independent. Afrer having entrusted a special messenger of the king with the precious picture, Taddeo left the room, _ ‘Where are you goin Taddeo ? asked Monica ‘Do not thank me, Signora,‘ replied Taddeo; it is the King of France, the patron of all arts and science, who has saved you. I have done nothing but call his attention to the genius of our beloved, departed one and to the desâ€" titurion of his family.‘ How can we ever thank you, Signor Taddeo?‘ cried Monica, in deep emoâ€" tion. ©You have saved his memory and us. . May heaven bless you and reâ€" ward you.‘ The painting was allotted to King Francis I. Before the knight took possession of the treasure he uncovered his head, partly in homage to his sovâ€" ereign and partly in reverence to the departed master. The widow and her children, as well as the villagers, recogâ€" nized the hermit. All the clamoring voices hushed and everybody looked amazed; but not even the boldest of the agents dared to offer resistance. "In the name of Francis I, King of France"â€"he spoke with a deep, sonorâ€" ous voiceâ€""I offer twenty thousand ducats for this picture." At this moment the door flew open and a knight entered in full armour, with clashing spurs and sword. He walked up to the table, where the picâ€" ture lay, and threw his cauntlet on it. es, drawing, and paintings of the great master. _ Antonio‘s widow, who was ignorant of the ways of the world and oppressed by poverty and selfish adâ€" visers, had consented to a public aucâ€" tion of the painter‘s remaining works. The day when this was to take place had avrived. _ After the sketches,drawâ€" ings and other objects of art had been sold, Correggio‘s great masterpiece, his ‘Last Angel,‘ was put up. At® was started at ten ducats. The agent of the duke of Mantua offered three more; another five more, and at last this pearl of all the, paintings of Correggio was about to be assigned to the agent of the Duke of Ferdinand of Este for thirtyâ€"three ducats.* All the reigning houses from all parts of Italy had sent agents to the village of Correggio to purchase sketchâ€" Farma and the country round, flocked to the painter‘s house to witness the funeral. The man whose whole life had been one continual struggle with poverty, hunger, and cares of all sorts, was, as soon as the grave closed over him, suddenly pronounced a genius by his contemporaries. It was noticed that Brother Taddeo, though Autonio‘s truest friend, was not at the funeral. Nobody could exâ€" plain the absence, though many a tongue was busy at the task. A few months later the riddle was solved, to the benefit and joy of the painter‘s disâ€" tressed family. h a w aly but the Waterloo Courty Chron ly D ill, his arms str Ingersoll‘s Hope. onmo‘s truest lmenu, . w uneral. Nobody, could c absence, though many busy at the task. A fe you going now, Signor ul ita D \i ADPOICOSMC CI dead D.'Lviln, the inc ingel nister heard a "€ 59 | about specific §R Judging from t ing published y the Mr. Fosteris bi ghest trolling" disco ite of Clarke Wallace cked voir of knowled % t,};e his razorâ€"like 5 l.]. C ress" atvlec ny the Northâ€"West that he did not know before. He thought that the price of coal oil was not wholly due to the duty, but quickly promised that at the More tariff reform talk was heardâ€" Mr. David doing some of it himselfâ€" and Mr. Foster confessed that he had learned a good_deal â€"since he came to a ton in Winipeg and nine or ten here the conditions are not very good. We sell the two great staplesâ€" cattle and wheatâ€"in Liverpool. If wheat is low in price then the only way the farmer can be helped was to enable him to produce it cheaply. When the farmer takes a bushel and a peck of wheat and that buys a gallon of coal oil the conditions are not very good (cheers). _ When he has to take a load of wheat to bring back a ton of coal the conditions are not very good. In a country where the coal was $7.50 1 Mr. George Brown paused long enough to crawl out from under his name and pronounce himself a Conserâ€" vative, and then went for the tariff. Conditions had changed since ‘78, he contended. _ Then wheat sold at $1.25 a bushel, while now it only brings 40c. He had confidence in the success of the Northwest, but the present conditions did not suit him. â€" He said : They hurried the Minister rlght over to a public hall, where an audience had assembled, and the mayor of the town read him another address, in which it was remarked that he "must now be convinced that certain modifiâ€" cations in the tariff are absolutely necessary in the interest of the farming community of Manitoba and the Northâ€" west Territories." Then the hearing of the delegates present began at once ; and, man after man, they talked tariff reform. The first speaker was David F. Jelly, M.LA. from Regina, north, He started by speaking of immigration as the great need of that country, and it may have been that the Minister thought here, at last, was a change of subject. But if so, disappointment was his lot ; for Mr. Jelly went on to remark that the best immigration agents were contented settlers," and that the reason the settlers were not content now was that "they were sellâ€" ing at low prices and buying at high. He instanced as articles for which they were paying too much ard on which, therefore, the duties should be lowered â€"binder twine, barb wire, implements, lumber, coal oil. Mr. Jelly, we are told, "resumed his seat amid cheers." Next came James Boyle, and he assailed the tariff without any prelinâ€"inary ruse of intending to talk of something else. He took up his grievances, item by item, and he made a speech profusely punctuated with cheers. Coal oil, he told Mr. Foster, cost 45 cents a gallon out there, and he wanted the duty taken off. Agricultural impleâ€" ments he thought, should not have more than 15 or 174 per cent. protection ; and he doubted the alleged tender years of this particnlar infantindustry. Metaphorically, he challenged them to produce a family Bible, and show that this competitor in the markets of Ausâ€" tralia and Europe was not of age. d We are glad to see that the Prime Minister at Dunnville, and_ also yourâ€" self a few days ago, foreshadowed such a modificatioa of the tariff as will meet the demands of the farming comâ€" munity. t The Davinites want tariff reform. They want it with the tireless intensity of a healthy baby prosecuting _ cam paign in favor of sugar. Every time any body jostled them, they said "tariff reform." _ As Mr. Foster‘s car drew up at the Regina stationâ€"two. hours and twenty minutes late, on a Saturday eveningâ€"representatives of the Conâ€" servative Association at Regina, boarded the train and read a short adâ€" dress of three paragraphs only ; But one of them asked for tariff reform. Tt read : rronicle "rattle," or.suub aâ€" single farmer through the whole interview. Ttb may 7. ; have been, of course, that he wanted to hear what they had to say ; but when he gets back home the Compâ€" trollers will teach him a trick worth two of that ’mg puboished m the megina Leaden | Mr. Foster is but a poor hand at "com; trolling" discontented farmers. Ni Clarke Wallace with his obliging reser voir of knowledge and Mr. Wood wit his razorâ€"like "nowâ€"attendâ€"toâ€"meâ€"wit ness" styleâ€"not to speak of their sta tistical satchels â€" would have don much better as pilgrims through the land of the fierce Davinite trives thar the meek and patient Minister of Ti nance. _ If the Report in the Conser vative Leader can be relied upon, Mr Foster seems to have listened righ through to what the farmers had tc siy. That magnificent system of "in terfevence," which the Comptrollers probably learned from collegiate foot ball teams in the higher. American educational circles, appears to be an unknown art to the New Brunswick Minister. .He did not confuse, or nance. _ If th vative Leader Foster seems THBE FA ton.G on.(c0.©. Foster‘s Lot is no â€"Vie Agvticaltarist of fnce rot in Accord with nister on the Tari®. U he Mc in t RMERS OF THE NORTH EST WANT LESS TARIFE. L0 hur DALCL iay, Nox w ood with â€"toâ€"meâ€"witâ€" E their staâ€" have done rough the tribes than in Mn to In Holland women and persons of either sex under the age of sixteen are now forbidden to begin work earlier than 7 p. m., nor can their work exceed eleven hours a day in all. Swedish women are said to excel in wood carving, lithography, modelling, decorative painting, and art embroider. ies. For many years a woman has been engraver of medals in the Royal Mint at Stockholm, In 1850 there were 6,737 persons in the prisons of the United States or 292 per one million of the population; now there are 59,258, or 1,180 per million, a remarkable sign of the times. The truth is that much of the pleaâ€" sure that comes to us in this world, whose Creator has made it so beautiful, comes to us through the eyes, and, aw contraire, we are displeased and pained by the unlovely. Why, then, should one be indifferent about giving this pain and displeasure ? We should cerâ€" tainly be to blame, by general admisâ€" sion, if we were indifferent ubout it in relation to our town, our church, our dwelling ; why not, then, if we are inâ€" different about that other temple, our spirit‘s dwellingâ€"ourself? Is it not positively a duty to make ourselves pleasant to the eye, to add to the agreeableness of life for others in this way,to foster and develop such elements of beauty is we may possess, to take care of the blooming skin, the fine hair, the wholesome teeth, the erect figure, to cultivate that intellect which shall clarify, that interest which shall brightâ€" en, and that goodness which shall illuâ€" mine, and thus make, even in the face of what is otherwise positive ugliness, beauty bloom in a barren place !â€" Harper‘s Bazar, ] pe says the the retc that so deep en if all v. 30, 1898 â€"Pagre tl There the PERSONAL BEAUTY rtlhâ€" W : eftec t rantist | ; plainly th ut 1d id y n I T1 t t Balloons For War,. |__Mr. Samuel A. King, the aeronaut, who had so narrow an escape from drowning in Lake Michigan recently, | has for a long time turned his knowâ€" |ledge to the use of aeronautics in the |science of war. During the threatened hostilities with Chili he tendered his | services to exâ€"Secretary Tracy, of the navy, for a balloon service, in which | compressed hydrogen was to be used as the inflating gas. His system included a group of seven balloons, the car being a metal boat built in sections ; each of which was to be airâ€"tight. For obserâ€" vation purposes the group was to be what is known as captive and telsâ€" phonic communication established with the flagship of the fleet. The casks of compressed hydrogen were to be stored on the metal boat and used when necesâ€" sary for further inflation. The profesâ€" sor has an autograph letter from exâ€" Secretary Tracy, in which his system is highly commended. The professor said that from an altitude of 6,000 feet he could make observations over the area of a cirele whose radius is 100 miles, If it was deemed necessary to use the ‘ group for offensive purposes it could be made a most destructive agency. When the winds were favorable it could ‘hover over on enemy‘s fleet, fortificaâ€" tions or city, and by dropping bombs loaded with dynamite or other explosive material, prove an ugly customer, Durâ€" ing the late imbroglio with Great Britâ€" ain regarding the Behring Sea, King visited Washington and tendered his ideas to Secretary Herbert. He was to establish a signal service on each of the great lakes. It was accepted contingâ€" 7 orea it ce e uc asiie ency upon the event of hostilities being declared. 1d Gerbardt then offered the contents of his scrip to the hungry man, who, coarse as it was, ate the food gladly. Presently his attendauts came up, and then Gerhardt, to his surprise, fouud that the hunter was the Grand Duke, who owned all the country around. The Duke was so pleased with the boy‘s honesty that he sent for him shortly after that and hadhimeducated. In after years Gerhardt became a very great and powerful man, but he reâ€" mained honest and true to his dying day.â€"Christian Commonwealth. The bunter laughed, for, he felt that the lad fairly cornered him.. He said : "I see, my, lad that you are a good, faithful boy. I will not forget you. Show me the road and I will try and find it myself." ©Sir," said the boy, "you tried to make me false to my trust, and tried to make me break my word to my masâ€" ter ; how do I know that you will keep your word ?" "And what ? Can‘t you trust me? Do I look like a dishonest man ?" asked the hunter, angrily. "Well," said the hunter, "will you trust your skeep with me while you go to the village and get some food, drink and a guide ? I will take care of them for you." The boy shook his ‘head. "The sheep," said he, "do not know your voice, andâ€"" â€" Hestopped speakâ€" ing. "I cannot go, sir," rejoined Gerhardt, very firmly. ‘"My master pays me for my time and he trusts me with his sheep. If I were to sell my time, which does not belong to me, and the sheep should get lost, it would be the same as if I had stolen them." "I cannot leave my sheep,. sir," reâ€" joined Gerhardt. _ "They would stray into the woods, and they may be eaten by wolves or stolen by robbers." "Well, what of that ?" queried the bunter "they are not your sheep. The loss of one or two wouldn‘t be much to your master, and I‘ll give you niore than you have earned the whole year." "My lad, I am ve thirsty ; I have lost and missed my way. L and show me the road ; well." "Jix miles, sir," answered the boy, "but the road is only sheep track, and very easily missed." The hunter looked at the crooked track, and said : Great Becanse First Good. A story told of Gerbardt, a German shepherd boy, illustrates the fact that he who is faithful over a few things wili become the ruler over mwany. One day he was watching his flock, which was feeding in a valley on the borders of a forest, when a bhunter came out of the woods and asked : #How faris it to the nearest vil: lace have to beg or that cool, mild 1| am. very huogry and sweet.smoke my companions eave your sheep I will pay yon 1 1 will do it. "Good gracious, Caroline, It ain‘t a girl. _ If there is one thing in the world I bate more than another it‘s a jealous woman !" President Peixoto has received word that the Governments of England and France will maintain positions of strics neutrality with regard to Brazilian afâ€" fairs. Soap ~Ob, go on, go on. Insult me all you want to. I‘m only your lawful wife. But you bring your beauty up here, and let me get a hand at her. I‘ll. pull every hair in her head out so I willy TilEâ€"=> T‘ll raise "All right, T‘ll try one. There‘s beauty down atâ€"â€" as Snow, "Oh, you think so, do you! But I wouldâ€"yes, sir? You bring a sweeper into ths house and you‘ll see the dust be White Qunlight The Other Kind "Caroline," observed Mr Smiley as be watched his wife whisking the dust out of the corners, "why don‘t you get a good sweeper ? I saw one down town that I admired very much." ' "Oh, did you?" ©YÂ¥es, and I tell you that sweeper wouldn‘t raise a mite of dust in the house.]‘ Linen to C( wish e iyo Jlishrad an interesting work entitled "Queer Religiouns Sects of Russia," ‘from which it »ppears that there are not less than 15,000,000 followers of insane and cranky notions in the Emâ€" pire of the Czar. These communities of devout and c@uded beings are conâ€" {stant]y being enlarged in spite of all efforts to the contrary by the Governâ€" ment. One of these sects is known as "Runaways." As soon as they emâ€" brace the new faith they fly from their villages and towns destroy their identiâ€" ty as much as possible and henceforth live as savages. "The Christs" are another curious sect. They worship each other! The chief ceremonies are a crazy species of dancing, yelling aâ€" loadly as possible, and pounding stones with sticks. The Tkoptsys" believe in selfâ€"mutilation, but will not submit to amputation, even though it would save life. Like the "Christs" they dance and yell for hours without interâ€" mission. _ Still another. of these deludâ€" ed sects is the "Dumb Boys" Why they are called Dumb Boys no.one seems to know, but it is a curious fact that the s ct is composed of both sexes, old men being in the majority. It is claimed that some of these aged patriâ€" archs have not spoken in fifty years, although perfectly able to do so did they so desire. ®"The Suicides" are a sect led by M. Souckeliff, who preaches selfâ€"destruction as an absolute necessity to salvation. 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