The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on July 25, 1894 · Page 6
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, July 25, 1894
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vmmn ALGONA. IOWA, JULY HUNK 'S MODEL, tfe ivas tho handsomest mnn in the thftt thronged the Artist's Qxiar. ft& But who he was or where he ISfcitte from, no one knew. tic jraitttcd exquisite pictures, which sold at sight. We soott grew to love the blond gtaftt, as one would a sweetheart, lie <*«S so kindly courteous, so truly n gentleman. He seldom smiled, nnd his 4$cg, of deepest violet, held always n Woeful expression lu their depths. That there was something strange »bout him we realized from the first. At times he was the life of tlie party, antl tthon plunged Into a gloom from Which nothing could nwnise him. At SttCh times he would lock himself in his . studio, and no word of entreaty from any of us could call him forth till the fit passed. Alter these long seclusions ho would «omc among us pale and enfeebled, and with nn Indefinable something about him which Impressed us nil, but to which none gave expression stive the irrepressible Mnrtlneau. "Ugh!" he said one day, with a shiver, "you look ns if you had-been.'communing with the dend." "Would communing with the dead tcavc its imprint; upou n man's face?" "Unquestionably." Valette sighed deeply, and turned away. In the course of the next six months there were to be three distinct art ex- feinitious, and nearly every occupant of the Quarter was engaged upon u pic- tore which ho fondly hoped would so- 1 «nrc the prize, or at least be hung. Such u rushing about; for models, such .•grumbling and fuult-niiding you never heard of. Valette, however, maintained,his usual quiet, and when questioned ns to his success in model-hunting, assured us lie had secured oue lu every way satisfactory. Yet my studio was squarely «pposlte his, and, watch as closely as I might, 1 never caught: a glimpse of any model coming or going. My own picture was a court scene, •where a young nnd lovely wit'o was pleading for the life of her husband, •who had been sentenced to death. Everything was complete save tho face •vt the- pleader, and I was unable to find any model capable of assuming the repression i was desirous of securing. One day while lounging in Valette's Worn I incidentally mentioned my dlfll- <i*Hy. Lifting the lid of a great desk tf. handed me a square of canvas. "Will that be of any use?" was all tHi said. I uttered an Involuntary cry of. de- -.fifiht. The picture was pa luted with masterly skill, and represented a woman taieellng, with clasped hands nnd up- •ftnrncd face, at the foot of a wreath- •ermvned cross. But the woman's face made one give small heed to the details of the picture. Sneh agonized entreaty, such almost Itopelcss despair in the dark eyes; my •own involuntarily filled with tears as 1 gazed. I saw Valette was regarding mci'close- .'ly, as I raised my eyes'from the plct- •-nrc and caught the same look of hopeless sadness in his own beautiful eyes •vee he turned them away. "You are welcome to make use of the £ace," and he began painting as if nothing had happened. . After that we grow to be close tfriends. Time sped on. Oue after an- -<>ther of oxu- set finished their pictures «nd sent them in to the committees. Some were raised to the seventh, hear-" ( *U by a speedy acceptance, Avhile others f were plunged into the deepest despair l>y a rejection. I was one of the fortunate and Valette informed me that all three of his were hung. He had not allowed even «nc to see them, and I was curiously anxious for the time to come when I •could do so. I was early upon opening day, but ns I examined picture after picture, I •found nothing to especially Interest me Witil I heard little llartineau's voice •exclaim: "Holy Mary! what a subject!" I quickly made my way to his side. mud as I saw what he gazing upon, I 'mentally echoed his words. It was a large picture of superb and ijpjrgeous coloring. The background was .••luxuriant growth of tropical verdure. 'To tlie right the shining swells of the >sea rolled in upon a beach of shimmer•Ing white sand. But the figure occupying the foreground subordinated all 'these. It was the nearly nude form of a Buperbly beautiful woman struggling .So tlie folds of an Immense serpent. Onu instantly comprehends the fu- •<|llty of tho effort she was making.but wrery sjijew In -MJP'S body -tightened in (Sympathy, Both white hands clutched £fc the monster's throat, and the loath- ".orror upon her faeo told how fully te I'tinllgi'd what must ho her doom, 'wo folds of the gleaming body encir- led her waist aucl limbs, nnd the terrible head, with distended jaws and •diamond bright eyes gradually ijearlug Jjtar face. . "Ugh! Whatever possessed Vnletto to fjafnl such a pictureV It Is BO horribly fBftlistte," grumbled Mnrtlncau. "J?ee, "Webster, the woman's face aud form |iave already the hue of the dead," It was iso, and I shivered as I had J« gassing upou a decaying corpse a few before. Id not nsk iny friend how he knew was Valette's picture, for thero no mark upon it. As I g;iz*l, the grew upon me that it was, ns I at length tore myself away I ^•-echoed Marthitmu's words, "What• ev<* possessed Valette to paint such 'iMWTJble things?" I r«vur»«l every clay to gaze upon It, <»IKJ It Indeed seemed as if decay had i&stenetj upow tho rounded limbs and fiice, so perfectly was tho hue ijypictod. nothing to Valotto upon the iect, hmt'uver, but waited with im» for the opeulug of tho »cxt tltfe exhibit. , Uigc- H tJUJ not noo4 Marthjeau put Valette's work, though, as ttjwo was no 1 mark by which . of iwgrjr, tossing sen, pn «Jl sides to a dull, sod- llyim? .object ylsiblp, but hi floating t'ovm ot with wfclto <i1iti(!deretl over In the foitticr Tho coloring 6T every feature of the scono wna so lifelike, the outlines so perfect, tlifft one could 'alrrisst tent too wish ot the waves, and catcli the ttndti- latiftg motion of the dead. I wont away still more dlsstitlafled. Whrf w.-is V.'tlptla's model? aiul how had he caught the hue of death wlilcn the others found it so impossible to master? At last the grand exhibition opened, and 1 only paused to give a self-congratulatory nod a? 1 saw what, an advantageous light had been given my own pictut'o, in hurraing on to find Valette's masterpiece. Worse and worse. tJghl I shudder nt the remembrance even at this date, but among all that immense collection of pictures, there was none before which the crowd so persistently' lingered. It was a second sea scene. Under a glaring tropical sky, where the sun gleamed like a ball of tire, floated a rnft. upon a sea whose waves were cop- pcr-hued and scorching. Upon the raft were three human forms. One, a woman so grandly proportioned, so wondrously bonutlful, that you Instinctively envied death her possession. She clasped a babe lovingly to her bared breast, as If the mother love had svught even In death to prolong the feeble life. Tho other form was -that of a man, as superbly formed and proportioned as that, of the woman. Death had claimed them all. as was proved by their glassy eyes and upturned faces, helpless uurler the burning sun. Here again was the grayish pallor, horribly suggestive of decay. As I gazed fascinated by the very horror of the scime, a messenger put a note in my hand. It was from Vnl- cite, urging me to come to him at once, as he was ill. I instantly left the building, nor paused until I stood by his bedside. A Ulster of Charity and an old gray beard of a doctor were in attendance'. It was Roman fever, and would likely prove fatal, was the verdict. Valotto bore the sentence bravely, and then requested to be li-ft alone with me. "I shall be delirious in a moment," he said grasping m y ]mnd eagurly.'"so must talk fast. IJeliind yon curtain you will find a largo box of which this Is the key," pushing one into my hand; "take one look at Its contents, and then seo it Itiirt in consecrated ground. When' I am dend lay me beside it. Keep my secret—promise—promise." Tho last words came gaspingly, and ere I could reply ho sunk into unconsciousness. I 'hastily recalled the attendants, then with a pitying glance at tlio doomed man, lifted the curtain behind which- I had never been, notwithstanding my Intimacy with yalette.' There-was nothing remarkable in the trie box of which he had spoken. It was large, and stood upright against the woll, where the afternoon light streamed full upon it. Inserting the key in tho lock, I quldi- ly swung open the door. A cry of terror had near escaped me as its con-, tents were thus revealed. Its sides were padded and lined with white satin and costly laco. In the center. In a kneeling posture, was the half nude form of a dead woman. The/ original of all his horrible pictures I saw at once, for hero were the superb limbs and wondrous beauty. Here was tho model, about whom we had made so many conjectures. The cmbalmcr's work had been skillfully done, but an unmistakable charnel house odor came to my nostrils and I hastened, to close and lock the door, destined never to bo reopened.. I lost no time'in seeing the fearful •thing under ground, although it was not accomplished without some risk. Unlimited lying and a generous use of gold. I then devoted myself to Valette's care, and had the satisfaction of seeing him recover. Slowly it is true, and with many relapses, but one day, six months later wo sailed away from Komo together. In a long voyage around the world he recovered health and spirits, and the love he gave me fully repaid me for all the sacrifices I litid made in order to be with him. It was months ere the subject of his model was mentioned between us, but one day, in the wilds of a Brazilian forest, he told me a strange story of wrong-doing and sorrow. He had loved the beautiful woman whose form I had laid away, but she was the wife of another. In life he could not possess her, but when Death laid his icy hand upon her, he had stolen her body away, and lived in its presence for months, half-mad, and wholly heart-broken, He shuddered at the remembrance of those fearful months, wondering now, In his sanity, how he could ever have been possessed of such morbid madness, and he has never sinpe looked upon those terrible pictures. "Women JIM Tea r .!"he statement that the prevalence of insanity in Ireland Is largely attributed to the consumption of tea, has some significance out of Ireland. With it may be coupled tho complaint of a husband that he found his wife "tea tipcy after each one of her "days at home," until she gave up the practice of taking a cup with cvoiy visitor. In the latter case the tun was probably not intended to be ill-brewed, but unless it is made .fresh every few minutes there must bo distilled in the course of a woll-uttendMl afternoon a good many cups of harmful tea. Tho kitchen needs a close watch in this regard. Mtujy pale, anaemic women in domestic service, owe their poor health almost wholly to tho practice of incessant tea drinking. The kitchen teapot Is peramiallv on the range. It simmers and stews all day. is iillcd with water as It is drunk out and tlie decoction grows stronger and 'more bitter as the final properties of the leaves are developed.— New York Times. Too aituiU K<n<;){ for Q»e man, "That Splegelmuller is a lucky" "How so?" "Well, one day there was a flre next his place and his goods all got wet, Then a cyclone came along and blew Ills store down. "When he git It built up ugaiu a fire broke' 9ut jji)d burned it up," ' "{ flou't see anyiJUpef } U9 k y ^bout that." > "What! K $ Jgu' t lu( jky to fcaro a, le «u<| a pyctous su,lp and « flrp lu, Ms oumtyt, 1 4Wt l=Jv t,Up ' i^TEE :">'fJPTO $5$*tffWf WOEM TIIJE UVfefc tU\t SHINE Ifi PAGES. HIS' Pfpnolie* aft Stftubn Tlirdrieti tlie i'feux— Life 1* Alw.y* tVof-lh Living wlicn It i* » ChrUtlan 1,1 f ft. BrooKt.tN, J-.ily 22.— UP*. t)rt Talmage, who is now touring in Australian cities, has chosen 68 the subject for to-dity's sormon thfoucrh the press: "Worth Living-," the text being tnkett from Lamentations n : 3", "Wherefore doth a living man romplaib?" H vve leave to the evolutionists to jntess wlierrt we came from and to the theologians to prophecy where we are poing to, we still have left for consideration tile important fact that we are here. There may be B< mo doubt n bout where the river rises and some dr ubt where tlie river emp ies, but there can be no doubt about the fact that we nre Bailing on it. So I am not surprised that everybody nsks the question, "Is life worth living? 1 .' Solomon in his unhappy momenta' snys it is not. "Vunity," "vexation of spirit." "no good," are his estimate. 'J he fact is lliat Solomon was at ono time a ] olyenttrist and that toured his disposition. Ono wife makes a man hnppy; more thnn ono makes him wreichcd. Hut Solomon vias converted from yolypamy to monogamy, and the last xvortls he over wrote, as far as we ctm read thftn, were the words "mountains of spices. " lint Jeremiah says in my ti % xt life is worth living-. In a b< ok supposed to be doleful, 'nnd irgubricuR, tmd scpiilchral, and entitled "Lnn entntions, 1 ' he plainly intimates tluit tho blessing of merily living is fo great and grand a blessing that though a man have piled on him all misfi rttmos and disasters he lius no rigl t to complain. 'J he author of my tt-xt cries out in startling inionu- tii n to all lands and to all centuries, "Wherefore dois u living- man complain?" A diversity of opinion in our time as well as in oJclen time. Here is a young man of light hair, and blue eyes, and sound digestion, and generous salary, and happily affianced, and on the w»y to become a partner in a commercial firm of which ho is an important cleric. Ask him whether life is worth living. lie will • laugh in your face and say: "Yes' yes, 'yes'! ' Here is a man who has come to the forties. He ia at the tip-top of the hill of life. Every step has been a stutn- b!e and a bruise. The people he trusted have turned out deserters, and tho money he has honestly made he has been cheated out of. His nerves are out of tune. He has poor appetite, and all the fojd he tljes,eat does not assimilate. Forty miles climbing up ihe hill of life have been 10 him like climbing the -Matterhorn, ancl tltere are forty miles vet to go down, and descent is always more dangerous than ascent Ask him whether life is worth living, and he will drawl out in shivering and lugubrious and appalling negative, "No, no, no!" How are we to decide this matter righteously and- intelligently? You will find the same man vacillating, oscillating in his opinion from dejection to exuberance, and if he be very mercurial in his temperament it will depend very much upon which way the wind biows. If tho wind blow from the northwest and you ask him, he will say, "Yes;" and if it blow from the northeast and you ask him, he will say, "No. " How are we then to get the question righteously answered? Suppose we cad all nations together in a great convention on pastern or western hemisphere, and let all those who are in the affirmative fay "Aye" and all those who are in tlie negative say '"No." While there would be hundreds of thousands who would answer in the affirmative, there would be more millions who would answer in the negative, and because of the greater number who have sorrow and misfortune arid trouble the "Noes" would have it. The answer 1 fchttll give will be different from either, and it will commend itself to all who hear me this day as the right un&wer. If yon ask mo "Is life worth living?" i answer, it all depends upon the kind of life you live. In the first place, I remark, that a life of mere money getting is always a failure, because you will never get as much as you want. The poorest poo- pie in this country are the richest, and next to them those who nru half as rich. There is not a scissors grinder on the streets of Kew 'York or Urooklyn who is so anxious to make money as these men who have piled. up fortunes yt ar after year in store houses, in government securities, in tenement houses, in whole city blocks. You ought to see tin ra jump when they hear the fire bell ring. You ought to see them in their excitement when some Uank explodes. You ought to see their agitation whnn there is proposed a reformation in the tariff. Tlioir nerves tiemble like harp- strings, but no uxiibicin the vibration. They read the reports from Wall street in the morning with a concern- ment that threatens p aralys-is or apoplexy, or, more probably, they havo a elegvuph- or a telephone in their own liousp, so they catch ovary breath of change in the money market. The disease of accumulation has eaten into Hum'— eaten into their hearts, into their lungs, into tlu'ir uph op, into their lives, Juto thoir Uqnes. Chemists havo sometimes analysed the h' man body, and tnev say it i« so much magnesia, bomuch lime, so much chlorate of potuspiiun If KOBUP Christian cheroot would umilyxo ont> of thul he is up 4 in 1^ too many perdition* in it. They build their castles, and they open their picture galleries, and they^sufti- fnort prima donnas, and they offer every inducement for happiness to cotne and live there, hot happiness tvill not come. They send ft*>tmanned and postit- liotied equipage to bring Itef; she will not ride to their door. They send pt incely escort-, she will not take their arm. They make their gateways triumphal arches; she tvill not ride under them. They sot a golden throne before a golden plate; she turns away from the banquet. They call to her from upholstered balcony; she will not listen. Mark you, this-is the failure of those who have had large accumulation. And then yon must tfllte into consideration that the vast majority of those who make the dominant idea of life money-getting fall far short of affluence. It is estimated that only about two out of a hundred business men have anything worthy the name of success, A man xvho spends his" life with the one dominant idea of financial accumulation spends a life not worth living. ' So : the idea of worldly approval. If that bo dominant in a man's life he is miserable. The two most unfortunate men in this country for tho six months of next Presidential campaign will bo the two men nominated for tho Presidency. r lho reservoirs of abuse, and diatribe, and malediction will gradually fill up, gallon above gallon, hogshead above hogshead, and about autumn these two reservoirs will be brimming full, and a hose will be attached to each one, and it will play away on these nominees, and they will have to stand it, and take tho abuse, and the falsehood, and .the caricature, and the anathema, and the caterwauling, and the filth, and they will bo rolled in itandrolled over and over in it until they are choked, and submerged, and strangulated, and at every sign of returning consciousness they will bj barked at by all tho hounds of political parties from ocean to ocean. And yet, there are a hundred men to-day struggling for that privilege, and there are thousands of men who are helping them in the struggle. Now, that is not a life worth living. You can get slandered and abused cheaper than that! Take it on a smaller scale. Do not be BO ambitious to havo a whole reservoir rolled over on you. But what you see in tho matter of high political preferment you see in every community in the struggle for what is called social position. Tens of thousands of people trying to get into that realm, and they are under terrific tension. What is social position? It is a difficult thing to de- line, but we all know what it is. Good morals and intelligence are not necessary, but wealth, or the show of wealth, is absolutely indispensable. There are men to-day ns .notorious ; fpr their libertinism as the night is famous for its darkness who move in what is called high social position. There are hundreds of out-and-out rakes in American society whoso names are mentioned among tho distinguished guests at the great levees. They havo ! annexed all the known vices and are i longing for other worlds of diabolism to conquer. Good morals are not necessary ia many of the exalted j circles of society. Neither is intelligence necessary. You find in that realm men. who would not know ah adverb from an adjective if they met it a hundred times a day, and who could not write a letter of acceptance or regrets without tlie aid of a secretary. They buy their libraries by the square yard, only anxious to have the binding Russian. Their ignorance is positively sublime. Making English grammar almost disreputable. And yet the finest parlors open before them. Gcjod morals an.'l«, intelligence are not necessary, but'wealth, or a show of wealth, is positively indis- peiibible. It does not make any difference how you got your wealth, if you only-got it. The brist way for you to get iuto social position is for you to buy a large amount on credit, then put your property in your wife's name, have a few preferred creditors, and then make an assignment Then disappear from the community until the b,-eeze is over and then come back and start in the same business. Do you not see how beautifully that will put out all the people who are in competition with you and trying to make an honest living? How qmokly it will get you into high social position! Whp-t is tho use of forty or fifty years of hard work when you can by two or three bright strokes make, a great fortune? Ah! my friends, when you really lose your money, how quick .they yviU lot you drop, and the higher you get the harder'you will drop. ' Amid the hills of New Hampshire, in olden times, there sits a mother. There are six children in the household—four boys and two girls,. Small farm. Very rough, hard work to coax a living out of it Mighty tug to make the two ends of tho year meet The boys go to t-chool in winter and work the farm in bummer. Mother is the chief presiding spirit. With her hands she knits all the stockings for the little feet, and, she is tho inantuamukor for the boys, and she is the iwilliuor for the girli. There is only one t«u- & cal instrument in tho house—the spinning wheel. The food is very plain, but it is always well provided. The winters are very ccrtd, but are kept out by tha bluulcots sha quilted. On Kmidoy, when she appears in the vUla/re church, her.children. Around hop, the minister looks down, and is reminded of the IJible description of iv got'd housewife—"Her children arise up and call hav blessed; hvr husband »l$o, and he ppaisetji her." yomo yeaj-a. es,t tho university, stands in a pnlptt vfidely influential, and preaches righteousness, judgment .nnd. "'temperance, and thousands during his ministry are blessed. The osher l:*d tvho got the collegiate education goes into the law, and thence into legislative halls, nnd after a while he commands listening senates as he makes a plea for the downtrodden and the outcast. One of the younger boys becomes a merchant, starling at the foot of the ladder, but climbing on up until his success and his philanthropies are recognized all over the land. The other son stays at home because he prefers farming life, and than he thinks he will be able to take, care of father and mother whan thev got old. Of the two daughters, when the war broke out, one went through the hospitals of l*ittsbUhg Landing and Fortress Monroe cheering up the dying and homesick and taking the last message to kindred faraway. So that every time Christ thought of her he said, us of old, "The same is my sister and mother." Tho other daughter has a bright home of her own, a*d in the afternoon or the forenoon, when she has been devoted to her household, she goes forth to hunt up the sick and to encournge the discouraged, leaving smiles and benediction all along the way. IJut ono day there start five telegrams from the village for those five absent ones, saying: "Come, mother is dangerously ill." IJut before they can be ready to start they receive another telegram, Baying: ' Come, mother is dead." The old neighbors gather in the old farm house to do the last offices of respect. But as that farming son, and the clercrytnan, and the senator, and the merchant, and the two daughters stand by the casket of the dead mother taking the last look, or lifting their little children to see once more tho face of dear, old grandma, I want to ask that group around the casket ono question: "Do you really think her life was worth living?" A life for God, a life for others, a life of usefulness, a useful life, a Christian life is always worth living. Neither would I have hard work to persuade you that Grace Darling lived a life worth living—the heroine of tho lifeboat. You are not wondering that the duchess of Northumberland camu to sen her and that people of dll lands asked for her lighthouse, and that the proprietor of tho • Adelphi theater in Philadelphia offered her 8100 a night just to sit in the lifeboat while some shipwreck scene was being enacted. But I know the thoughts in the minds of hundreds who read. this. You say: "While I know all these lived lives worth living, I don't think my life amounts to-much." Ah! my friends, whether you lead a life conspicuous or inconspicuous, it is worth living, live aright, And I want my next sentence to go down into the depths of all your souls. You are to be rewarded, not according to the greatness of your work, not according to the holy industries with which you employed the talents j'ou really possessed The majority of the crowns of heaven will not be given to people with ten talents, for most of them were tempted only to serve themselves. The vast majority of the crowns of heaven will be given to people who had one talent, but gave it all to God, And remember that our life 'hero is introductory to another. It is the vestibule to a palace; but who despises tho door of the Madeleine because there are grander glories within? Your life if rightly lived is the first bar of an eternal oratorio, and who despises the first note of Haydn's symphonies? And tho life you live now ia all the more worth living because it opens into a life that shall never end, and tho last letter of the word "time" is the ilrst letter of tho word "eternity?^ CHIEFLY CHAFF. tt«* iirfUtti ronnt. The Indians of Guiana>havefe6n* Hous system of ernimera'tlo They count by tho hand and its four fingers. Thus, *hen they roach five, instead of saying so thoy call it a "hand." Six is, therefore, a "hand and first finger;" seven, a ••hand and second finger." Ten is "two hanjs;" but twenty, instead of being "four 1 hands." is a "man." forty ia "two men," and thus they po on by twenties. Forty-six is expressed as "'two men, a hand and first finger." • Stage . Manager — Havo you taken •any preparations fop a stage career? Applicant.proudly — I've been divorced twice. First Actor, in trag-le whisper — Ara we quite alono? Second Actor, glancing grimly ut the small audienco— Almost. Little Sister — Does everything need the rain to make it green? Big- Sister —Yes. L. S. — Is that why your youu<y man carries an umbrella? Little Miss Suburb — It's just- too mean for anything- Mrs. Suburb— What is, pet? Little Suburb— It's rained every day since I got my new watering pot. 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Many a poor man's table bears witnew that tho times are sadly out of joint. Kubieu are manufactured. Is essential to good health, and when the natural desir.0 for food Js goue strength will soon tall. Fcfv loss of appetite, indigestion, sluk head- Sarsaparilla tires aoUo, and other troubles of a dyspeptic nature, Hood's Sarsaparllla Is tho remedy which most certainly euros. It quickly tonos the stomach and makes ono "real hunsi-y." Bo suro to get Hood's nnd only Hood's Sarsnpnrllla. _ _• *" Hood's Pills are purely vegetable. Sac. COOK BOOK 330 PftOBS-ILLUSTRflTBD. ObeoC tho Largest and Beet COOS- BOOKS published. Mailed In excbMg* far 30 lirgo Lion hands cut from Lion Coffco wrappers, and a 2-cont stamp. Write for Hat of our other flrio i*i^- tnlumo. WOOLSON SPICE Co. 400 Huron St., TOMUJO, oaio. ; Davis International Cream Separator, Hand or Power. Every fanner that has cows should have one. It saves half the labor, makes one- third niore butter. 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