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Eagle Pass News-Guide.
THE GUIDE PRINTING CO.
EAGLE PASS, : : : TEXAS
SERIAL
STORY
Pure Air Made to Order.
A man of science in Berlin has taken
to running ordinary air through a ma-
chine to make better stuff to breathe
of it. Not satisfied that the atmosphere
■which nature furnishes for the purpose
is all that it should be, he has under-
taken to make of it a more acceptable
and useful and valuable human asset.
The only queer thing about the matter,
too, is that he is accomplishing it.
Everybody knows that oxygen in our
air is a good thing. It is possible to
get too much of it, like other good
things, but there is comparatively lit-
tle suffering caused among members
of the human race, just at this stage
of the world's life, by a superabund-
ance of this particular desirable. In
fact, sometimes it seems as if many
of us were trying to see how little of it
we can assimilate, without actual as-
phyxiation, instead of enjoying a full
measure as one of the luxuries of ex-
istence. But it isn't always our own
fault, it seems, and that’s why the Ber-
liner, Dr. Fischer by name, a member
of the faculty of the famous Berlin
university, has produced his inven-
tion. It is no news to the world that
the oxygen in our air is capable of be-
ing changed into a thing called ozone,
a mighty enemy of bacteria and other
things inimical to human lungs and
human blood, destroyer of bad smells
and powerful purifier in general. Sun-
light itself, by constantly producing
the stuff in dilute form, disinfects
daily and hourly, to a degree, the air
we breathe, says the Technical World
Magazine. The trouble is that we have
too little sun, because of our smoke
and our dust and our roofs, under
which we stay too large a portion of
the time when the ozone-producer is
working.
_HTHEI_
SMUGGLER
By
ELLA MIDDLETON
TYBOUT
Illustrations by Ray Walters
(Copyright. 1907, by J B. Uppincott Co.)
SYNOPSIS.
Wrinkles are in many cases caused
by bad temper—especially in a woman.
The average man prizes physical and
mental comfort above the glory of pos-
sessing for a wife a beautiful, attrac-
tive creature with an uncontrollable
temper, for he knows that peace and
content and a bad temper walk not to-
gether. The assertion from a woman
that she has a bad ter-per, and is
proud of it, has kept more than one
man from asking her to be his wife.
The woman who can control herself
under the most trying circumstances
is the woman Avho holds the strongest
power in the home; and amiability is
not only power, it is mental progres-
sion, health and happiness to the pos-
sessor thereof and to the lucky ones
who move in her orbit. Giving way to
bad temper shortens life, says the New
York Weekly. When you tell a wom-
an that each time she loses control of
her temper she unhinges a moral brain
cell and weakens by several degrees
her ability for self-control, and at the
same time strengthens tremendously
her chances for an attack of nervous
prostration, you are wasting breath.
But when she is cool and serene, and
at peace with all the world, if you can
convince her that each fit of temper
adds months to her age by weakening
her mental force and by tracing crow-
tracks about her eyes and ugly lines
around her mouth, she will probably
think twice before again forgetting
herself. For, no matter what she as-
serts to the contrary, woman prizes
youth and beauty above other gifts.
Three girls — Elizabeth, Gabrielis and
Elise—started for Canada to spend the
summer (here. On board steamer they
were frightened by an apparently dement-
ed stranger, who, finding a bag belonging
to one of them, took enjoyment in scru-
tinizing a photo of the trio. Elise shared
her stateroom with a Mrs. Graham, also
bound for Canada. The young women on
sightseeing tour met Mrs. Graham,
anxiously awaiting her husband, who had
a mania for sailing. They were intro-
duced to Cord Wilfrid and Lady Edith.
A cottage by the ocean was rented by
the trio for the summer. Elizabeth
learned that a friend of her father’s was
call. _ Two men called, one of them
being the queer-acting stranger on the
steamer. The girls were “not at home,”
but discovered by the cards left that one
of the men was Elizabeth’s father’s
friend. The men proved to be John C.
Blake and Gordon Bennett. A wisp of
yellow hair from Mr. Graham’s pocket
fell into the hands of Elise. Mrs. Gra-
ham’s hair was black. Lady Edith told
the girls of a robbery of jewels at the
hotel. Fearing for the safety of her own
gems, she left them in a safe at the cot-
tage. Mr. Gordon Bennett was properly
introduced, explained his queer actions,
returned the lost bag and told of mysteri-
ous doings of a year before connected
with the cottage. Exploring the cellar,
one of the girls found a sphinx cuff-but-
ton. the exact counterpart of which both
Gordon Bennett and Lady Edith were
found to possess, also. Elise, alone, ex-
plored the cellar, overhearing a conver-
sation there between Mary Anne and a
man. He proved to be her son, charged
With murder. The young women agreed
to keep tlie secret. Lady Edith told a
story of a lost love in connection with
the sphinx key. Elise- and Gordon Ben-
nett discovered Ladv Edith and Mr. Gra-
ham, the latter displaying a marvelous
baritone voice. At a supper which was
held on the rocks Elizabeth rather mys-
teriously lost her ring, causing" a search
by the entire party. Mrs. Graham told
Elise of her husband's mania for sailing
at ail hours of the day and night. Ga-
brielle witnessed a stormy scene between
Ladv Edith and Lord Wilfrid, red roses
being the cause of the latter’s anger.
Mary Anne brought back Elizabeth’s
ring.
Edith's jewels reposing therein for
protection. He had protested against
our assuming such a responsibility,
and urged their immediate return to
their owner, which proposition I de-
clined to consider, and the argument
waxed hot, ending with an emphatic
assertion on his part that we should
not be allowed to leave home again
without a guardian. This had been
the last straw, and I had replied with
an asperity which called for the re-
mark at the beginning of this chapter.
“Look here,” he resumed, firmly.
“I'm not going to back down on one
word I have said, but I’m sorry if you
are angry about it. I think you don t
quite understand my motive.”
“Let us talk of something else, Mr.
Bennett.”
“But listen, Miss Elise. By your own
admission, you really know nothing
■whatever about these people."
“You forget that they are older
friends than yourself, after all."
“The general asked me to call; oth-
erwise I should not have ventured to
intrude.”
His manner was decidedly stiff, and
he jerked the tiller resentfully; as we
changed our course in swift response,
a smothered exclamation escaped
against my will, for the boat careened
alarmingly.
“Don't be frightened,” he said, for-
getting his irritation. “I won't upset
you.”
"I'm not frightened.”
“And don’t quarrel with me any
more. I won't have my morning
spoiled by any confounded English-
man.”
"It was a woman,” I murmured, “not
a man.”
We both laughed, and by common
consent let the matter drop for the
time being, for I was quite willing to
resume the lazy, delightful, cama-
raderie into which we had drifted, and
to banish unpleasant subjects which
might interfere with it.
So we talked or were silent as the
spirit moved, while the white-capped
waves lapped against the boat, and the
water danced in the sunlight, with
cool green shadows here and there,
deep and unfathomable, as shadows
should be when the ocean lies beneath
them.
“Do you know,” he said, at last,
“that I have in my possession some-
thing belonging to you?”
“Oh,” I said, with what I flattered
A rare old picture was cut from the
frame in a New York art gallery when
the guard was not looking. Now
large reward is offered for a clew to
the thief. It is beyond understanding
what anyone would want with a pic-
ture secured in that way. If it couldn't
be framed and hung on the wall and
its history and price explained to call-
ers what would be the use of having
it? A cheap chromo would be much
more serviceable. No one would care
to hide it in the bottom of a trunk to
gloat over unless he were a picture
miser, and the thing couldn’t, be sold
for anything but old paper rags unless
the seller could furnish a written guar-
anty that it was genuine. We can’t see
why anyone should steal a thing of
that sort, exclaims the Chicago Daily
News, unless he was an amateur thief
who felt that he needed the practice.
Prof. G. Stanley Hall says in a maga-
zine article: "I do not think that if
the pay of all teachers in the country,
inadequate as it is, were doubled to-
morrow that the quality or quantity of
actual service rendered the children of
the state by them would show much
improvement for some time.” Maybe
not, but in that case the teachers
would be getting what they earn.
CHAPTER XI.—Continued.
/‘It was Mary Anne,” she said, in
answer to our questions. “Isn't she
the dearest old thing? To think ot
her simply rooting round among the
i;ocks until she found it! And she
wouldn't take a penny of reward. 1
think I really hurt her feelings when
I tried to insist on it. I never was so
glad to get anything in my life, for
you know how I valued that ring.”
“When did she find it?” I inquired.
“I have just come back from the
rocks.”
But Elizabeth was above mere de-
tails.
"it doesn’t matter when she found it
so long as it is here,” she said, “and
dinner is ready. I feel hungry enough
to eat the tablecloth.”
So we went to dinner and were
served by Mary Anne, whom we each
congratulated in turn, and I insisted
upon her describing the very spot
where she found the ring.
“Sure, Miss Elise,” she said, “it was
down on them rocks where I spread
yer supper last night. Between two
stones it was, and like as not you
walked over it time and again. Be
thankful now that it’s ’ere and don’t
werrit yerself ’ow I 'appened to pick
up them particular stones.”
“That’s true philosophy,” agreed Ga-
brielle, “and anyhow let’s talk about
something else. I want to tell Eliza-
beth about Lord Wilfrid and the
roses.”
“We Must Go Home,” I Said Slowly.
A woman in Oklahoma horsewhipped
so badly a man whom she accused of
talking about her that he was carried
away bleeding and unconscious. Even
from a physical standpoint the weaker
sex, in spite of the white slavery to
which brutal masculinity has been sub-
jecting Its members, seems to be bold-1 ^a“n^ement “oT'bis bow
ing its own very well.
CHAPTER XII.
“Of course,” said Gordon Bennett,
“you know your own affairs best.”
“I am glad you have come to sucb
a sensible conclusion,” I replied, lean-
ing over the edge of the boat and trail-
ing my hand in the water, although 1
knew such an act is always irritating
to the one who manipulates the sail.
“And no doubt you think I’m a very
fresh sort of a chap.”
I preserved.an ostentatious silence.
“I am answered,” he said, with a
vexed laugh; “found guilty on my own
indictment. But 1 hoped you would
not agree so unreservedly.”
I wiped my hand on my handker-
chief, spreading the latter to dry in
the sun, and looking out to sea with
apparent absorption in the horizon.
“One ear and one side of your face
are very red. Is it sunburn or wrath?”
“The sun is hot,” I replied, with alac-
rity. “Perhaps we had better go
home. Will you steer for the shore?”
“Not on your life! I’ve got, you
out here now, and I intend to keep
you. You are powerless, madem-
oiselle.”
I kndw I was, and raged inwardly.
We had been spending the morning
on the water, a not infrequent occur-
rence of late, and until the introduc-
tion of a certain unfortunate topic I
had enjoyed myself immensely; for
the day was perfection, and my com-
panion thoroughly understood the
as well as
the art of being agreeable.
The conversation had
drifted to the robbery at
,, 'TV? m.T' I ™ed .TiTrSL,™ tb“.
ity m clothes. Probably what Mary , T , , , .. , ,,
, . y : and I had thoughtlessly mentioned the
means is that morality doesn’t cut j safe in our dining room an(i Lady
much of a figure anyway.
myself was fine indifference, “I think
you must be mistaken. I have not
lost anything.”
I was bareheaded, for I liked to
feel the wind blow through my hair,
and as it curled naturally I was com-
fortably certain that my personal ap-
pearance would not be endangered by
so doing. I wished, however, that my
hat was firmly pinned upon my head
as he leaned forward and looked at
me, his blue eyes laughing, and a
dimple in his cheek very apparent. 1
always thought dimples so out of
place on a man—perhaps because 1
have none myself and always wanted
them.
“Why aren't your side-combs
mates?” he inquired.
“Because I like them best this way;”
I tried to speak carelessly, but his
laugh was so spontaneous and merry
that I gave up all effort at pretense
and joined in heartily.
“When are you going to give it back
to me?” I asked.
"Not yet." he said, suddenly serious.
“I must return it in my own way, and
—T do not think the time hag come,
do you?”
But I did not answer, for I felt my
face grow suddenly hot, and some
times one has nothing to say when one
most desires to speak.
“We must go home,” I said, slowly.
“The morning has quite gone. Take
me in. please."
This time he made no objection, but
headed for the shore, and as we ap-
proached the little slip he turned with
an evident, effort and addressed me
soberly.
“Miss Elise,” he said, “at the risk
of offending you again, I must say
something more.”
“Don't,” I entreated; “it’s not worth
while—don’t, spoil the morning. You
know you said you did not want 'to
do that.”
"Give back that box to her—Lady
Edith. If you do not, you will cer-
tainly regret it. But if you won’t, in
spite of what I tell you, for heaven's
sake don’t, mention it to any one as
you did to me this morning—to the
Grahams, for instance, or any one
at all.”
“I am not likely to say anything,”
I returned, stiffly. “I very much re-
gret having mentioned it to you. By
the way,” I continued, “I quite forgot
important to me, because I am cu-
rious. Where did you get your scarf-
pin?”
“My scarf-pin?”
His hand involuntarily sought his
throat, but he was wearing a negligee
shirt and soft silk tie.
“Oh, I don't mean to-day. The
Sphinx's head, you know, in dull goffl.
Where did it come from?”
It was a simple enough question,
and one easily answered, but Gordon
Bennett flushed deep red beneath his
tan and brought, the boat up beside
the slip in silence.
“Well?”
In retaliation for his persistence in
the matter of the jewels, I was deter-
mined to press the question, now that
I saw he wished to avoid a reply.
“My pin? Oh, yes, I remember. I'm
glad you liked it.”
“I’m not sure I liked it; it inter-
ests me.”
“Why?”
“Oh, because it did. I would like
to know where you got it.”
“Well—I found it.”
“Where?”
Again a pause, and again the blood
mounted to his face.
“Where did you find it? I would
really like to know.”
“In the streets of New York.”
His eyes refused to meet mine, and
I knew intuitively that he lied; also
that he realized I knew it.
I said no more, but stepped out on
the slip with an unpleasant tightening
of the muscles of my throat and a
curious sensation that everything was
slipping away from me.
“Good-by.” I said, dully, as I reached
the steps, and he raised his cap in si-
lence.
At the top I paused and looked back,
for I thought I heard my name. He
sat bareheaded in the stern of his
boat, gazing after me, but made no
effort to attract, my attention nor to
follow me ashore, so I decided I was
mistaken and he had not called me. I
wished he had. I wanted to go back
and ask him to explain, but pride for-
bade, and I resumed my walk to the
house with my head as high in the
air as I could get it, hoping to impress
him with the dignity of my exit and
general air of frosty disapproval.
Elizabeth called to me as I Jiassed
the door of her room, where she was
reposing luxuriously on her couch,
book in hand.
“Did you have a good time?” she
inquired, with interest.
“No,” I returned, briefly; “horrid.”
“That's too bad. And oh, look at
your nose! How did you ever get so
burned?”
Elizabeth has a straight little nose
•which is my envy as well as my admi-
ration, and she is always very careful
to guard it from too intimate an ac-
quaintance with the sun, so I knew
her exclamation was occasioned by
genuine sympathy. NeVertheless, I re-
fused her offers of cold cream and
other first aids to the complexion rath-
er ungratefully and went on to my
room, where she promptly fol-
lowed me.
“Did Mr. Bennett say anything
about to-night?” she asked, as she
seated herself on the foot of the bed.
“No; why should he?”
“You don’t mean to say you have
forgotten?”
“Forgotten what?”
“Elise. sometimes I thin it you must
be in love—or, rather, I should think
so were it, any other girl. Dcn't you
know that we give a dinner to-night?
Our very first formal effort, to cele-
brate Lady Edith's birthday?”
I turned, brush in hand, and stared
at her. I had indeed forgotten, al-
lhough our menu for the occasion had
been discussed and our toilets decided
upon that morning at breakfast.
“And that’s why I was concerned
about your nose," continued Elizabeth
cheerfully, “and your neck, too, for
that matter, for of course you must
wear an evening gown, and we all
want, to look well. You had really bet-
ter try the cold cream and other stuff."
This time I did not refuse, for I had
a mental vision of my face, as the
glass reported it, rising from the del-
icate lace of my white, frock, and the
picture did not please me. So I spent
the afternoon in anointing my unfor-
tunate countenance, and reflecting
upon the frailties of man—thinking of
him as a species rather than as a per-
sonality. and determining to let him
severely alone in the abstract, even
while meditating upon a proper course
of discipline for the individual.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
BRIDE IN RAFFLE
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GALLANT GUARDSMAN TOOK
CHANCES AT JERSEY FAIR
AND GETS A WIFE.
HAD LONG KNOWN EACH OTHER
Robert Brunner of Rutherford, Per-
suaded to Take Chance on Steam-
ship Tickets—Proposal and Ro-
mantic Marriage Results.
New York.—Acting, perhaps, on the
theory that marriage is a lottery, Capt.
Robert Brunner of Rutherford, N. J.,
Avon his bride at a raffle at a Masonic
fair. Of course the lady, who was
Miss Marion Brinckerhoff Kipp, well
known in society and church circles in
Rutherford, was not put up as a prize
to be raffled for, but she was Avon at
the raffle just the same.
Capt. and Mrs. Brunner have just
returned from their honeymoon trip
to the south. The fact that they went
south on that trip is an important part
of their romantic marriage—and the
raffle.
Noav as Capt. Brunner commands
Company M of the Fifth regiment, N.
G. N. J., is a Freemason, an Elk and
belongs to about everything else of
the kind in Rutherford, and as Miss
Kipp, who was, was very active in
church and club work and belonged
to about everything worth belonging
to, also, they saAv much of each other
socially. But there was never a hint
that they were to be more than mere
friends until that Masonic bazar.
Miss Kipp was very active in help-
ing at the bazar. She sold flowers for
large sums, and she persuaded gentle-
men to take chances in raffles.
Among the prizes to be raffled for
were two first-class tickets on the Old
Dominion Steamship line from New
York to Richmond and return. Miss
Kipp, who looked upon the young jew-
eler as fair game at the bazar, made
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SOLD BY ALL LEADING 9RUG0I5TS
one size only, regular price 50* per bottle.
RATHER PAY THAN SERVE.
Citizen Soldier’s Unique Ids* of the
Duties of a Sentry.
Australians still tell stories of the
C. L. V.’s, although the war is a far
memory. One, a member of the Stock
Exchange, was left one wet and miser-
able night to guard a wagonload of
goods.
He shivered in the unsheltered place
for some hours pondering many things,
and then a bright thought struck him
just as the colonel came around on
his tour of inspection.
“Colonel,” he asked, “how much is
this wagon worth?”
“I don’t knew,” was the answer.
“Much or little, we can’t afford to lose
it.”
“Well, but colonel,” persisted the
amateur soldier, “you might give me a
rough idea of the value.”
“About £200,” said the Colonel
testily.
“Very well,” was the answer. “I
will come down to the camp and give
you a check for the amount. Then Fll
turn in. I wouldn’t catch my death of
cold for twice that much.”
What the colonel said is not re-
corded.—Melbourne Times.
DURING THE SHOPPING.
Maude—Men are getting so deceit-
ful, you can't trust your best friend.
Percy—And what’s worse, you can’t
get your best friend to trust you.
“Oh, 1 Will,” Said Miss Kipp. Laughing.
ARE MASTERS OF EVASIVENESS.
Bedouin’s Answer Typical of the
pie of the East.
In the far east, when men converse
together, an evasion is equal to an
ansAver. Riding do-wn to Egypt over
(he old caraAmn route from Jerusalem
to Cairo, Norman Duncan and a party
pitched their tents outside a Bedouin
village and by so doing offended
against the laws of hospitality which
the people so religiously maintain.
Mr. Duncan, writing in Harper's Mag-
azine, says that he Avas obliged to turn
aside their reproaches—and avoid the
abominable quarters Avhich were still
being offered. Turning to his guide,
he said: “The man must be diverted.
Ask him if the world is round or
flat.” The reply was a pure philoso-
pher's je-vvel of the east. “If the world
is flat,” came the response, after
heaAry pondering, “I am content; if it
is round, it is by God's wisdom.” And
the men softly applauded, in their
pleasure forgetting their injury, for-
getting everything except the joyous
natiA’e craft of words.
him take a chance in the round-trip
tickets to Richmond.
“Pshaw!” said Capt. Brunner. “I
wouldn’t have any use for them. I’m
not going to Richmond, and if I did go,
I could only use one ticket.”
“Oh, take a chance, anyhow,” pleaded
Miss Kipp. “It only costs a dollar.”
“But who will go with mje if I win?”
asked the captain.
“Oh, I will,” said Miss Kipp laugh-
ingly.
Out came the dollar from Capt.
Brunner’s pocket.
“I’ll take you at your word,” he
said.
“All right,” laughed the young wom-
an, never dreaming that anything
would come of it.
When the raffle came off Capt. Brun-
ner won the tickets. He put them
carefully away in his pocket and the
next Sunday afternoon drove up to
Miss Kipp’s house in a buggy and
asked her to go for a ride. She went.
Precisely what was said on that trip
doesn’t make any difference^ but when
they returned, Miss Kipp had an en-
gagement ring on her hand.
The wedding took place in the First
Presbyterian church of Rutherford.
It was the biggest social event of the
season. The church was so crowded
that fully two hundred persons were
unable to get inside. Company M at-
tended in a body, and all the Masons
and Elks for miles around were there.
It was in the evening, and after the
ceremony Company M., headed by a
brass band and carrying torches, es-
corted the happy couple to the home
of the bride’s mother.
That night Capt. and Mrs. Brunner
took train for New York, and they
sailed at noon the next day for Nor-
folk on the steamship Jamestown.
All the way to Norfolk they kept get-
ting wireless messages of congratula-
tions.
Lese Majeste.
A teacher in one of the schools of
Berlin has given to the papers of that
city a composition written by one of
the pupils in his school on the sub-
ject, “The Kaiser,” in the course of
which the young author says: “Prince
Wilhelm was born on the kaiser’s
birthday. From the dome of the cas-
tle 101 salute shots were fired. The
old grandfather and old Wrangel
hopped into a cab and went to the
schloss, and old Wrangel said: ‘The
toy is all right,’ and the father made
& bow from the balcony, and it was
awful cold. And when the boy was
baptized his father held his watch in
front of the litle fellow’s nose, and he
grabbed it and never let go again, be-
cause he is a Hohenzolleru.”
CONGENIAL WORK
And Strength to Perform It.
Never Satisfied.
Make a man a present of a four-
cylinder automobile, and the probabil-
ities are that he will regret that it
something important. At least, it is i isn't a six-cylinder affair.
Kills Self with Dynamite.
Warren, Pa.—Charles F. Hull of
Grand Valley committed suicide in a
way most unique. He placed 15 sticks
of dynamite in a hollow stump, at-
tached a battery to it and sat on the
stump while he touched the whole
thing off. There is a hole where the
stump was big enough to bury a big
bouse. The only port ion of Hull’s
anatomy, a part of a teg, yet recov-
ered was found in a tree two farms
away. For some time Hull had been
despondent because of financial losses
A person in good health is likely
to have a genial disposition, ambition,
and enjoy work.
On the other hand, if the digestive
organs have been upset by wrong,
food, Avork becomes drudgery.
“Until recently,” writes a Washing-
ton girl, “I was a railroad stenog-
rapher, which means full work every
day.
“Like many other girls alone in a
large city, I lived at a boarding house.
For breakfast it Avas mush, greasy
meat, soggy cakes, black coffee, etc.
“After a feAv months of this diet X
used to feel sleepy and heavy in the
mornings. My work seemed a ter-
rible effort., and I thought the work was
to blame—too arduous.
“At home I had heard my father
speak of a young fellow who went |
long distances in the cold on Grape £
Nuts and cream and nothing mor« lor
breakfast.
“I concluded if it would tide him 1
over a morning's heaAry work, it might j
help me, so on my way home one
night I bought a package and next ?
morning I had Grape-Nuts and milk
for breakfast.
”1 stuck to Grape-Nuts, and in less .
than two weeks I noticed improve-,
ment. I can't just tell how well 1 1
felt, but I remember I used to walk
the 12 blocks to business and kneAff '
how good it was simply to IWe.
“As to my work—well, did you ever :
feel the delight of having congenial
work and the strength to perform it?
That’s how I felt. I truly believe
there’s life and vigor in every grain of
Grape-Nuts.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read “The Road to WeH-
vilie.” in pkgs. “There’s a Reason.”
Ever rtad the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human*
Interest.
Ift V.
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