The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on February 14, 1894 · Page 5
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, February 14, 1894
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TUB UPP1M DBS MOINlSi ALGON.i. IOWA, WEDNESDAY. KEBKtIABY 14., HER VALENTINE. COPYRIG T WAS ST. VAL- entine's day, and the old Quiseuberry farm house was in apple-pie o r d e r, from attic to cellar. The pine-wopd floor in the kitchen was white as soap and water could make it; the pots and pans fairlv shone from the scrubbing they had received; and the window-panes blinked and blazed like sheets of polished silver. "I'm glad it's done," sighed Miss Priscilla Quisenbervy, rolling down her sleeves, and ga/.iug at her work with an air of satisfaction. "Let me see," she added. "I've scoured and churned; baked bread and made cake, and fried culls and boiled a hum. I'll have a chance to rest a spell, now, before it's time to get supper." "l'ris-cil-la," called her sister-in-law, in a, shrill voice, from the sitting-room. "1'riscilla! Come an', sec what Bob Jones he/, fetched you." "What do you reckon 'tis?" she queried, as Pviscilla obeyed the summons. "A voluntine? It's too big for a letter." "It—it does look like a valentine," usse\ id IMseilla, turning the square, embossed envelope over and over, with a puzzled air. "Why don't you open it, an' see what 'tis?" cried her sister-in-law, tartly.' "An'not stan'there, a color- in' up till your cheeks are as red as the tossels on the front winder-curtains." .Vriseilla. hud reasons of her own for not opening the valentine in a hurry. She thought she recognized the handwriting on tho envelope. It was that which sent the red blood into her uhceks; for she thought—she felt sure —it was Mr. Cheeseboro's handwriting, and oh, how she wished she could slip away to her own room and open tho precious treasure by herself. But that was Out o£ the question, with those sharp eyes staring at her; .and with trembling lingers, and her heart beating a tattoo in her bosom, she carefully slit open one end of the envelope, and drew out—a comic valentine. A horrid caricature of an old maid, with peaked nose and chin, high cheek-bones and very, very red hair. ••Anole lid! Wai, wal," uttered the sister-in-law, Lucinda. "I 'lowed "'twould be a nice one, from the looks. >Vho d'ye reckon sent it, 1'riscilla?" ''I don't know." JSy a great effort, Priscilla kept back the tears of mortification and disappointment that were almost trembling in her eyes. "Looks some like Felix Cheeseboro's Jiandwrite, don't it?" said Lucinda, peering at the envelope. ' 'Though I don't reckon he'd trouble hisself to send you a valentine, pritty or ugly. ' They say he took Mirandy Springs home from singin'-school, the other night," Priscilla would have, given u dia- moiul-inine, if she had possessed one, only to get away from Lucinda's prying eyes and keen tongue, and from all the other eyes in the world, and have one good cry by herself. But there was the supper to get and chores to do, the comfort of her father and brother Reuben to look after; for Lueiiula, lieuben's wife, chose to consider herself an invalid, and shirked her share of the household duties. Hut at last, after what seemed like a lifetime to Priscilla, the supper dishes . were washed, hev father and brother liad &een and criticised the valentine; ior, of course. Lucinda had given, all the particulars of it; at last the old clock had; ticked away the hours, till bedtime, and Priseilla was alone. But indignation had taken the place of grief by this time, and .she crept under the home-spun blankets and the blue-and-white coverlet with dry eyes. "If he does consider me an old maid,," she thought, ''it was a cruel way «f telling me so. Besides, he's older than I am; and if my hair is red, it isa't a fiery red, like that." Now, Miss Priscilla's hair was not a fiery red by any means. It was a clear chestnut-brown, with only a tinge of sunlit gold shining in its wavy depths. And, if she was an old maid, as some had said—though twenty-five, is not so very old, to be sure—she was a very attractive one, with deep dimples indenting her cheeks and a complexion fresh as a pink-lipped sea-shell. It was the day after St. Valentine's day and Felix Cheeseboro was holding communion with himself after a fashion he frequently had. "I don't know," he muttered, as he finished his dinner and rose from tho table with a thoughtful frown, "I don't know but what I've had encouragement enough from Priscilly Quisen- uerry to—ah. that is, 1 b'lieve she'd have me, if I'd ask her outright. ''She isn't a, bit for'ard, like Mirandy Sprigs; but her eyes drop down kind o' shy likci an' her checks get as red as crab apple blows, .sometimes when I meet her, all of a sudden. An' she's a mighty good housekeeper, too. That wife o' Rube's ain't wuth a shuck 'round a house. I could see that, last time we thrashed fur tho old man. Priseilly has the heft of it all. She shouldn't work an' dredge so, if she was my wife. She eoul 1 see to things like, an' tell Aunt Lindy what to do. "I don't know but I'll call 'round there this evenin'. 1 can let on I want Reuben, or the pld man— 'tisu't likely thev'll be in yet, from the new clear- in'." An' mebbe I'll git a chance to talk to Priscilly alone. If I do— hello! what's this, Aunt Lindy?" "Dunno," tittered Lindy. "S'pec it's a voluntine. Sam jus' now brung it from de pos'oHis. " And with a show of ivories that a young elephant might have envied, Aunt Lindy retired to her kitchen to make her own comments on the subject. Mr. Cheeseboro did not bestow much attention on the outside of the envelope, at first— not being a connoisseur in regard to chirograph}' — but opened it at once, with some natural curiosity. Aunt Lindy's supposition proved a correct one. It was a valentine, and a comic one, at that. "Well, 1—" Mr. Cheeseboro stopped short. His countenance betrayed an unusual degree of astonishment, together with some amusement. "Somebody has mistook me fur an old maid," he muttered. "Fur this here ain't jipthin' but an old maid, with red hah", an' a most - audacious sharp nose. "Now, who ii> thunder was smart enough to send it, 1 wonder?" Ho turned the envelope over and over; but the stiff, crabbed handwriting, evidently disguised, gave no clew to the sender. "I wonder now," he pondered, thoughtfully, "if 'tvvasu't Mirandy Sprigs that 'sent it? I'll bet a cheese cake it was her. "Yes, now I cowe to think ol it, sne Priscilly Quisenberry; an' !• rceolTeet slio called her an old, maid. "Old maid, indeed! Priscilly.'s, tlte best lookiii' girl on Huckleberry Creek, old or young; an' worth a. dozen like Mirandy Sprigs, besides. "Well, if she thinks it's suclua joke to send me a picture of an\ old. maid, I'll just send it back to her, to- let J».er see I know where it come from," And when Mr. Cheeseboro. mounted his sorrel mare, to make the-projeeted call at the Quisenberry farmhouse, the valentine was carefully deposited in his overcoat pocket. It went no further than, the* village postofflce, however, where Felix procured a square envelope, inclosed the old maid's "picter," and posted the missive, addressed to "Miss Mirandy Sprigs." It was late in the afternoon, and Priscilla was in the kitchen, getting supper. A snapping fire roared and cracked in the well-blackened cooking stove, on which she placed a skillet of fresh pork, to fry. Taking a handful of dried sage she rubbed ittoa powder, and sifted it slowly over the meat, which was already beginning to give out a most appeti/.img odor. Priseilla's heart was still sore from the shock she had received; but with the pride of hev sex, she hid tho wound from other eyes.aud went about her household duties as usual. Going to the cellar, she brought a pan of rosy-cheeked apples from the bin, and was paring them for sauce, when slip-shod footsteps sounded in the hall, and Lucinda opened the kitchen door aud looked in. Where's your pa, Prisuilly?" she asked. "Felix Cheeseboro is in the settin'-room, and wants to see him." Priscilla looked startled. "Mr. CheesoboroV 1—I don't know. What does he want'. 1 " "Do j'ou reckon I asked him what he. wanted? You needn't -to color up so— 'tain't you he wants to see. It's your pa, I told you," and Lueinda shuffled away. "Priscillv hain't no idee where he is, Felix," she reported. ''Nor me either. But you mout's well stay to supper. He'll be sure to come in then." Felix did not think he could stay to supper; but he waited awhile, in , was. a-teaziu' roe, a spgl! back, about J avounj inigfrty hopes of seeing Priscilla. His waiting proved to be in vain, however, and he finally took his departure, promising to call again. "Reckon Priscilly was too busy to come in," he thought consolingly, as he rode off on his sorrel mare. "It's too bad she has the whole house to tend to; but she shan't have it to do long, if I can help it," he added, with a look of decision in his gray eyes. "I wonder if he got tho valentine," thought Priscilla, as she finished paring and quartering the apples. "If he did he will see that I know who sent it to me." On the same afternoon, Mirandy Sprigs was doing up her frizzes in bits of tin, which she kept for the purpose, being, as she thought, more efficacious than curl-papers. "I want "em to friz right nice for tomorrow night," she commented, twisting one of the tins till it nearly brought tears to her eyes. "Mebbe Mr. Cheeseboro '11 ask me to go the uieetin' with him. If he don't, I'll go alone, an' most likely he'll fetch me home, like he did from singin'-school last week. "I've got ahead o' Priscilly Quisenberry. anyhow," she added, with a, look of triumph in her black eyes, "and I'm a-going to keep it. She'll be mad as hops to find I've cut her out. "Wait till I git to be mistress o' Felix Cheeseboro's big house, though. Won't I show the folks? I'll turn up my nose at them stuck-up Quisenber- too. «'An' that sassy Lindy '11 bev to I kin. telj fur T dofl't 'low to i\o a Hcls tf Work myself." . 1 "Mirandy," grumbled her from the kitchen. ''What on< you a doin' there so 1 long? Come al<wg out here an' sen wha-t Enoch's- IWWB& you from the store. If* in- a big square eiwellop, an' my hnn's va itt the dough-,, so't I kaiu't open it." Miranda hm-riiHl out to the kitchen, twisting up her last friz a« she went. "It must be it voluntine,." she cried, snatching up the envelope. And tearing it open,she jerked out— the old maid, of course. "Why—why, it's a nasty ole comic one, an' I jest know Priscil Quiaen- berry sent it to me, spiteful ole thing. She's a ole maid herself, an' 1 'low to tell ber so, first chance I git," aud Miranda flung the obnoxious valentine into the fire and flounced oilt of the room ia a huff. '' W Tier's Mirandy', 1 ' 'demanded Enoch, shuffling- into the house, after putting up his Ivovse in the stable. "I diwn know," said Mrs. Sprigs, smiling. "She jest bounced off som'ers, n*ml as a wet hen, about that ere volvmtvne you fetched her." "Was it a* wgly one?" grinned Enoch. "Wher's .it».n>*?" "She slung it in the fire, an' burnt it up. Yes, 'twas tig-ly as git out. Site thinks Priscil.Quisenberry sent it." " did.u't send it then," declared Enooln "fur I was a-stannin' back by the stewc, in the postoiTis, an' I see Felix Cheascboro put it in the eii- vellop hisself. An' then he backed it, an' poked it in the box and rid off. "An' Si Sturdy tuck it out o' the box an' sez to me: llere's somethin' fur your folks, now,'' he scz. an' 1 put it in my pocket and.fetched it home." "Wal! that i» eur'us," said Mrs. Sprigs, cutting out her biscuits with a tiii yeast-powder box. "I wouldn't hev thought he'disend Mirandy a picter of an old maid." "Ole maid'" 1 oiried Enoch, staring. "Did it hev red hah-an' a long peakid nose?" "Yes, it did. The reddest hair an peakidest nose I ever see." "Wal," cried Enoch, delighted. "It's the very one I sen.t to Priscil Quisenberry. sure enongfe. But it beats me to know how Felix Cheeseboro got a-holt of it. Mebbe she give it to him, though, to seudto.Mirandy," he added. Miranda's fri/.zc» were as crisp as her heart could desire, and her eyes shone with anticipated triumph as she repaired by heiseU to the "meeting" on the following night. Fcr she had refused to accept Enoch's version of the valentine and persisted in believing that Priseilla. sent it. But the expected triumph was not realized; for to. ber vexation Mr. Cheeseboro walked up to Priscilla after services were over snd deliberately requested the pleasure of accompanying her home. Which request was granted rather coldly "Did you get any valentines. Miss PriscillyV" asked Felix, after some moments of silence. "One," she returned, shortly. "Why, that's odd; I got two." Mr. Cheeseboro was quite elated at such a remarkable coincidence; but Priscilla was. not so much surprised as he had expected her to be. "What sort of a one was yours?'' lie- inquired, confidentially. "Pretty or uglyV OH course 'twas a pretty one, though," ho added, venturing a very' faint pressure of the hand which rested on his arm. "Of course it wasn't a pretby one, retorted Priseilla, severely. "It was the one you sent me, Mr. Chewseboro." "IV The one I sent y<M,\?" stammered Felix, greatly amazed. For the first time, Priseilliv began to doubt whether he really hud sent it, after all. "You don't mean to say you didn t send itV" she queried, anxiously. "Indeed I did not," returned her escort, earnestly. "1 never scut one to anybody, only the one I got, and 1 sent that back to Mirandy Sprigs', fur I thought she had sent it to me." Then the mystery.was out, anil Priscilla's heart was light as a putt-ball when she parted with Mr. Cheeseboro at her door. Mrs. Luf.mda QnisenliBrry was sitting by the kitchen (ire, limp and slipshod as usual, tho next afternoon, when Priscilla came in from milking the cows. She set down a two-gallon bucket, brimming with the foamy fluid, and brought out the shining milk-pans fi-ora the pantry. "Mr. Chteseboro's in the sett'm'- rooin with your pa," volunteered Lucinda, limply knitting away at a yarn sock, us she sat over the fire, Tho sea-shell pink iu Priseilla's cheeks deepened to a poppy red, as usual, under her sister-in-law's sharp eyes. •'Wal, I declare," snapped the querulous woman, crossly. "Your cheeks are a-gittiii' as red as clover-bobs. 1 don't reckon it's you Mr. Cheesboro's after. I hcerd 'em a-talldn' 'bout the red heifer; reckon he wants to trade fur her. " 'Tain't likely a poor girl like you is a-goin' to git sich afore-handed man as Felix. "Why, the Cheeseboro farm's wuth a hundred dollars an acre, every foot of it. An' there's forty acres in medder- grass alone. "The girl that gits the owner o' that farm '11 be a lucky one, I tell you. "An', any way, 1 reckon you're cut out fur an old maid, Priscilly." Priseilly strained away,the milk in the bright tin pans without deigning a reply to her sister-in-law's, tirade. "Hello," cried Fanner. Quisenberry, coming out of the kitchen in his home-spun co'at and blue "ducking" overalls. "What d'ye reckon Felix wants, Priseilly?" Priscilla hesitated, blushing deeper than ever. "Go'long iu, Priscilly," he said. "1 reckon you know what he wants, and you know best whether he kin hev it, or not" D And Prisfrilla smoothed down Uer red-brawn tresses, ajij| we.»$ White Mrs. LucfMA s ,' amcFFarine'r (JtstfewVberry warmed his haiSds eomftfaictrtltiy over the kitchen stove. "Who'd'»' thought,'" &«' said, "that n darter o' mine . woal'd' e»ev t'd so well as thnt'V Why, .b'AiiiV nte'ta gal 'round here, #5ch oi-'po-ov; Imt what would a' felt sot up>tog!!tl!'erix-<l*eosc- \vovo. They'd n snapped a/t him." . And Mrs. Lucfnda stared ia- gtBttter svmnxement than 1 ever; fo« it seemed IViscilla was not out out/ loi'-an ski nV,ui«l -after all.—People's Journals "SJZ1NO UP" TM'B OUESTSi- a Hotnl Clerk's Desk Altvny*- Com*' inamlH rt View of tile .Kiitriince. "Did you ever think why every. hothl' 1 office- faces the entrance?" queried' a< veteran elerk for the reception of guests, addressing a writer for' the Washington News. "Well, it isn't mere accident, I can asswrc you, but- the main idea of the arrangement is- to give ample opportunity for tho clerk to study the people who come • into the house-. Every stranger is-an -.understudy, and'to make jus!) one mis- in "si/.ing" him up migjiit mean Her.mis trouble. There is the wvan who s-bouM not be trusted for a room if he s- without a tmink. Then there it mother who can stand doublti for' the- best rooms, and is- sure to wa/nt a bath, while mother will never wish to bother with such lavatory nonsense as can only be found in a-tub. There is the matt who wants the cheapest room in the house ind is willing to put iip with annaoy- ancerto get it. Another has a literary s a.nd will burn gas with an open hand.and you want to gethimiina room with butonejet. All these peculiarities the clerk is supposed to divine, and in order to do * it 'by sight' he wants to get a view: of the guest fiiom the time he enters, the aoor till he reaches the counter;, for you can tell character by a man's, swing or appearance si* little way oft' that could not. so well Ixs detected when he is within a foot of you. .'Takes brains to be behind a desk'." Well, I just tell you you have it now. It does take brains and not a lone-11 diamond shirt pin, as some unsophisticated people- think." of FrofessionulH. In any consideration of the earnings of actors it should bo borne .it) mind that in the amusement profession the personal expenses oi its followers bear a larger proportion to their incomes thaniin any other. The following- estimates of the average annual earnings of prominent players are the result of careful inquiry, and arc believed to be reasonably accurate: Francis Wilson, $70.000; l)e Wolf Hopper, SGii.OOO; E. S. Willurd, 845,000; Kose Coghhin anclhe brother Charles, when playing 1 jointly! §1(0,000 each; .Ttilia atari owe, §47,000; KuA Oloodwin, «0,OOU; William II. Cr.ane, $50,000 (he made over a million uiut of "The Senator"); Stuart Hobson, $;t(i,000; Joseph Jefferson (who mover plays more tha,n twenty weeks in a year), $5r>,00i*; the Keu'dals, 8il3,000; 10. H. Sothern,. 830,000; Modjesku, last year, S>~. r i,000; but she has. played to $70,000; Wilson Uarrett, last American tour of twenty-live weeks, $. : !0,OQO; Rosina Yokes, gao.OOO; James O'Neill, $10,000: Robert Downing, jjti.ooO; Little Corinne, §:iO,000; Henry Irving-, on his present American engagement, will net $100,800. A .Jlrtrlng Airetfitilaii llitsttirtflPil' TurnW Otti to 1)6 n AMtflnilia !» fb-rfcilo in Tho k»ftesfc—-a cflwo of disguised se# —is 1Stn* of Private Jorgensdn, later of the Victoi-ian rifles. Though t)«*9* ing for twenty year's- tinder the ham«y of Jack' Jorgensew, her real nansd' was Johwnna Margivcn'iita .tot'gelisoht . Her career has boon of a most extra-ordinary arharacter. When a pretty girl of 10, according So-her sister's account, sh» received ai sad disng* urotnent by s» kick oil Site noso and ono of her oyss by a hort'ei Jorgen- Bdn" horsolf accounted for her deform-* ity by declaring that, sbw received her injuries in tho Sch!e6wig-Hol- »tein war. in which sho toM fought on tho side of Germany. Shu'showed •A medal which she had recoiled foP service in the field and claimed to linwo received special commondatiott in c-ewmection with tho wound) shai^ sustained. Whichever story bo correct, iif, is clear that sho commenced hep- Extraordinary careor of masquerading as a nran nearly a quarter of a ftcn* tury ago, s»nd, under most unHlftoly circumstances, preserved tho secret of her a®x throughout that period. Some tw&nty years ago she appeared in the .Rwranymede district of Victoria, dressed, as a btishmivn, and selected a ; block of land, which sha commenced to farm. She, however, did not attend very assiduously to her country flntios, but employed mon to clear and fence her selection, while she wandered about the colonies delivering rambling lectures and canvassing for an insviranc» company. Tbn-latter found it difficult to got rid of ber until a threat of modical examination induced her to retire. Owe &f her strangest escapades was- to join the mounted, rilles, where her extraordinary appearance induced tho commanding officer to info-take her for a (il. , , man. Sho made a #ood soldier, rode -.veil, and exhibited a knowledge of military service which was in keeping \vithi her story. Sho was 6 foot 7 inches la height, thick-set and strongly built, with a stubby mustache. She-frequently rode through the streets o£ Melbourne, and on one occasion was selected to form part of the governor's escort, but the officer in ooraman-d ordered her to stand out oni account oE hor extraordinary appearance. The bettor- to- sustain hor character she often made lovo to girls, aiul onco obtained consent of a girl's father to mc-ry her. She did not, however, go quite so far as another Victorian celebrity of tho saino kind named Do Lae-y Evans, who worked as a minor- in tho doop claims at Bondigo for years without her sex being discovered, and sho was actually married, threo times in succession to as many women. Jorgonsen was takoni ill with rheumatism recently, bat refused to allow a doctor to examine hor. On' her death a postmortem was made and tho secret of her sox was discovered. Tho affair- has created an extraordinary sensation in the colonies. lr Wliut Theatricals Cost. L naif million-, dollars a day, or one hundred and fil'ty-six millions of dollars per annum, is the approximate expenditure of the people of the United States upon theatrical entertainments. There are upward of 1,0(10 strictly professional companies traveling- over the country for forty weeks in every year. Leaving out the people permanently employed at theaters, it is csti- | mated that l;j,0(iO actors and actresses I are "on the road" during the season. | Counting- in malingers, stall' and local employes, and unemployed "lloaters,' at least (iO.OOO persons are engaged, directly or indirectly, in the theatrical business. -u of Vlvu-Mustoil Vessels. In explanation of the changes to be mudo in the rigging of the Louis, at San Francisco, and possibly that of other vessels of her type, her captain and others interested state that the live-masted schooner is practically useless so far as sailing qualities arc concerned. The five-master's sails can not be set to draw well, and under the most favorable circumstances she cannot sail over four knots with the breeze astern. Sea captains claim that the days, of the five-masted schooners are numbered. Very Much iu earnest Aunty—Why, what are you doing? Little .Tohntii—Only prayin'. "Praying 1 . 1 " "Yes'm. I'm prayiu' that I'll be a good boy this afternoon." "That's noble." "Yes'm. Mamma said if I was a good boy this afternoon, she'd bring me sonic candy." Now, What Was It? Auntie—Was that play you si tragedy or a comedy? Little Niece—Wat's that n auntie? * "Did you cry?" "No'm." "Did you laugh'. 1 " "No'm." "What did you do?" "Went to sleep." A New York writer bewails the fuel that the poolrooms have opened again for business iu (lotham juul that ovei twenty are now running "wido open.' Nearly a score have been doing business rather quietly but publicly foi several months. John Lawlor, the ex-champion baud- ball player pi Ireland, was muvried, re- Nut, Il\n Fault. "This is tho third time you have Boiled your waistcoat and torn your trouso-rs, Osgoodson," said his mother, patting him across her knee, "and [ shall have to punish you." "I prdtcst against such treatment!," responded the juvenile. Bos- toiuan with as much dignity as he could command under tho oiuc-um- slancos. "The abnormal—" Whack'. "Development of tho organ of—" Whack! "Dostructivenoss does not arise, as von can ascertain by—" Whack! "Consulting- tho authorities, from a deliberate purpose to—" Whack! "Do evil, but solely froan—" Whack! Whack! "Heredity. Ouch! Murder! Great Scott! Stop, darn it, atop! That's enough!" Parkins' Tixitli r.osliiR Thiilr Whitoiiea*. The old-timo colored man waa lOto'i! for tho brilliant whiteness of lia tooth—a quality which is not in- loritod by his descendants of tlia M-esent day. Nowadays tho teeth, >f tho nogro do not seem to be nearly o good as those of his whito brother. J.'ho reason is to be found in the 'hivngo ol food. The slaves had plenty to oat, but the food given Aiem was of the simplest kind. Pork, \noal, potatoes and such vegetables as they raised, formed their bill of 'are. Now thoy oat all sorts of indigestible stuli', outdoing tho wtuta people in this direction, showing a particular fondness for candles and sweetmeats. The consequence is that in a single genaration. tho ivory teeth of tho slave have given plaoa to the fangs of tho frood man. —Hav» rison'a Magazine. Sister," said the little boy, "wrtl you please make me a lot of biscuit, like those you gave us for breakfast the other day': 1 " Sister was touched. They were the first encoring words Johnny bad spoken to her in a long time. "Certainly," sho answered. "Ara you going to have a party?" "No; I wanted to try thorn iu my now slung shot." TUo WIKJS of Till-- \Vorld. Tho professional pessimist pame into tho oftlco looking absolutely cheerful. "Well," thoy uskod him. "what ia the new causo of complaint thLj morning?" "J was thinking how unjustly things were, arranged, for » man wb« has a corn. It got* its vpx>rst mash-. ing fpow the <iow* " who is tap

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