New Britain Herald Newspaper, August 25, 1921, Page 4

HOLDING A HUSBAND Adele Garrison’s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife Why i t Startled Glimpsc of ¢ Dicky. 1 awoke the of some dmpending which I define Then, sscattered faculti what it that was the of rival There ing he for she i main the next with duty morning unpleasant could sense awaited Grace Draper's was day be no del reiter must 1 in Island figure she were iept be 1 n ferry to the too striking a unremarked if waiti There also int of our errand to Dicky’'s mother. could the she would f she received inkling that Grace Draper brought back into Dicky’s 1 woke laughingly his mouth he showed loudly. “Do you hear " 1 chan elimbed “How mother must o imagine scene any vas to be life Dicky clapping with a signs ain with difficulty my hand over warning gesture & of expostulatin; want your whispered, in a second out of bed are you about this when we went downstairs ou. sitting room, where there were al ready signs of one of Mrs. Ticer's de- licious breakfas: “I think I'll leave that to I said demurely, as I walked to the door to summon Mrs. Ticer, not dar- inz to the little bell wh had provided for our use. [ knew that the tinkle of that bell would like a fire signal to well-t fire horse in the da superseded the faithful “Not on your golden weddi Dicky registered lively ala face a maddened ress jungle you name. but explaining @rrand to my lady mother—nay, gentle wife, Prithee—" | Mrs. Ticer's entramce with grapefruit cut short his extravagant nonsense. beneath which, however, I knew there than a little truth. Dicky much upon me to re his mother's eaptious were relative instead “Yeo “You smiling. I explained that my husband summons from an of his staying at Quoque to a con- ference over some illustratio that 1 was to drive him over. “He just received the message last might when we drove to the I went on. “And we do not wis have Mother Graham awaken after we gone. “So if you have any chloroform or ether handy, and can sprinkle or blow a- little of it around her room Tl be your. debtor forever,” Dicky interrupted mother to manner docilely his he and as Zoing to tzp?” he square asked o you,” use she be m. in this nay our was more depends as him from m as if side ue critici upon of h re she a my of the house Your Voc Mrs. Ticer are early,” to her in a low voice had received a art editor friend until re “I'll see what I 'can promised, with the demure, vet must effective manner the always joins any which she is invited. - T never have <nown a woman of her educational Iimitations as finely poised. “Don’t spare expense Dicky alled softly after her she left the oom, then he struck an admiring ttitude, and looked at me aqu i ally “When vhopper, do,’ di in she nified which raillery to as vou don't tell one you make it a he commented, u? declared ¥ “You have received rom a—friend It shortly involviy a .ome illustrations. & am to drive vou over, and we don’'t want your mother to waken until we're gone. The only things that weren't perfect- 'y truthful.” 1 tammered, “‘were the words .art editor’ and ‘Quogue.’ He stared at me fixedly for a sec- snd—a gaze ‘that held in it some- hing which made me uncomfortzble then threw up his hands with o vesture of utter surrender. “So that's the way you is it?” he said. indignant- a_ summons involves, or will conforence over figure it “Commend mo Puritan conscience for being ible to whip his unmentionable ma- around the biggest stump to be found. I say, old dear, vou're nissing your vocation. You'd be vorth a billion or two to some of hose war profitters Who explain how the up.” I flushed hotly with angry cha This was the sort of ‘thanks I re- eived, I told myself pettishly, when I tried to “square things” for Dicky. a jesty o | Bay State hotel, NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, THURSDAY, “HIS OWN HOME TOWN” By Larry Evans. An absorbing story of a “no-good” who made good with the aid of the woman who loved and trusted. ht 1917, by the L1 F. Fly, Co. CHAPTER 1. As the Curtain Rises. Elihu Banks was the great man Warchester. 3ig-hearted as-a rock when he knew he was Mr. Dodge, the la ord -of the described him to a r who sat on the veranda of the hotel and saw Elihu drive up to the railroad statfon opposite in his plum color line barouche. T. Eli- hu's son and T. Elihv's wife had automobiles, but T. Elihu s he could not afford one himself—a little stroke which exalted him still more in the eyes of his townsmen. *‘Old- fashioned, but solid" sort of thing. Elihu was big of body and red face and his voice boomed heartily. Beside the great man in the barouche sat a little rabbit-faced man, whom Dodge pointed out as the Rev. n Duncan. They had come to meet T. Blihu's son, Sidney,” who resently alighted from the train, Torgeous of- raiment and leading a bull-tertier by a leash. The greeting the young man received from the two men who had come to meet him was hearty, effusive, affectionate. The barouche had turned to the right into Main street, five blocks, north before “drummer” spoke aloud. He jerked his thumb toward another tigure in the shadow of the station corner which had come up in time to witness the last act of Sidney's re- eption—the Rev. Duncan's warm handclasp. “Who's your asked. Mr. Dodge halted. He had '‘been 1bout to return indoors. Now, as his ) of tirm righ drumr d other friend? he jut I forced myself to smile as 1 nswered him. “Why Didn’t You he next time you'll tell your »wn fibs,” I said lightly. Then 1 hurried him and myself through a breakfast which- deserved ample ure, and was successful in getting from the farmhouse before Mother Graham's appeardnce. The drive through Sag Harbor North Haven and beautiful wooded Shelter Island was a delightful one. We reached the Greenport ferry in imple time, and waited with fever- sh impatience for the arrival of the terryboat I watched keenly, emotion Tell Me Dicky . furtively but wondering that would be his when he first caught sizht of the girl. I-was the first to sight her tall, still lissome figure, coming across the gangplank, and I quietly called Dicky’s attention to her. He stared at. her, frankly takinz advantage of her abserption in her luggage, then he turned to me in dis- m For the didn’t you love ‘of Mike, girl, why tell me 'she’d gone off in her looks like that " he demanded. “I can't use her for those illustra- tions the way she looks now.” Unless otherwise noted, these motices are written by the press bureaus of the theater or sttractions with which they deal AT FOX'S Last September well-known motion engaged a Broadw week's showing of a titled “Over the Hill,” which he had made from Will Carleton's celebrated “¥arm Bailsda’ The producer figur- ed that one week would be long wriough to tetermine whether the pub- ¥ic cared for the picture or not. The picture is there yet. The pub- lic cared for it so much, that twice daily ever since that day in Septem- ber, 1920, the city New York and its environs have been mustering enough attendarts at “Over the Hill” to make it easily the most wonderful Bcreen success of the day. Paul H. Sloane adapted the screen, and Harry 1 The picture will the F theate William Fox, the picture producer, theater for a new picture en- THEATER. ' of the story Millarde be pre- for ditected sented it soon at HARRY FOX AT CAPITOL. Harry Fox’ levity ana liner par - and ir name this lence, is a symbol of vaudeville head- exce musical comedy moving picture player pre- nt in a jolhfi ion to be sta p.tol theater the last half of will appear Beatrics Curtis, the prettiest women on the Harry's unique style n him a following Tho nds re- a vaudeville pattner of , one of whom he later with the week one of Ameri- o 1t smber the Dolly married. The picture feature, “The Sins of St. Anthony,” gives Bryant Washburn the decidedly amusing role of a young scientist who gets the mitten from his fiancee because of his excessive devo- tion to and miscrscope. W is him Sisters Today—Continnous Ffrom Broadway HARRY FOX BEATRICE CURTIS HARRY DeCOSTA Popular Composer, Accompanft. Marguerita Padula Morton Jewell & Co. Adams and Thompson Sisters BRYANT WASHBURY e “The Sins of St. Anthony” e The THE LYCEUM. ‘A clever bill is presented the last three days at the Lyceum. O'Burrell and Curiis entertain in a novel wa; The man is the world’s fastest dress- maker and creates six dresses on the stage during his 20 minute act. He is assisted by Miss Curtis. Bert Green will be seen in his well kncwn acro- batic line. Roberts and Roberts will pleasa the lovers of music with their talent. “Winning A Miss,”” a New York classical revue, is booked and should call for patronage. It is a snappy and peppy number with good dancing and singing throughout. The feature picture “A Message From Mars"” is one of the best offered in the city in some time. It has won- derful moral in it and is worth see- ing, depicting as it does the extremes of society and slum life with the ever existing happy medium in between. CHAS. RAY AT PALACE THURS. “Sorap Iron.” starring Charles Ray and released as a First National at- traction which will ba the attraction at the Talace theater for three da beginnins Thursday, has been ac- claimed by critics tho best pictura in wh this popular young actor haa ever appeared. “Secrap Iron' “has plenty of comedy, but the story itself is a grippingly dramatic one, strongly tinzed with pathos. Ray plays the role of John Steel, whosa love and respect for hia invalid widowed mother, brings him to scorn hefore his fellow workers and his best girl. His promise is not to fight, but he.finally breaks it. when staryaticn is in prospect‘for his moth- er. The fight ia the best which haa ever heen shown on tha screen, and it leads to a climax totally unexpected. (BROOMSTIC ELLIOT—PALA The Kieth vaudeville bill at tha Palaca starting Thursday for the re- mainder of the week brings back Fred “Broomstick” = “Elliott, tha “Wisa Cracker,” who was a big hit here last season with his comedy antiés. Fred plays a broomstick fiddle, and a man- dolin in a way all his own and prove: himself one of the biggest laugh-mak- ers in vaudeville. Other acts include and Jordan, two charming Tha Great Johnson, in a nov- v offcring: and Oakes & De Lour . in.“The Curiosity Shop,” a splen- did song and danca revue. SMUGGLERS DEFEATED. The Young Chalmers of High srteat defeated the Smueglers yvesterday aft- ernoon 19 to 6. Mottole and Pilarski worked for the victors, with Klatkas and Cumckowski performing in a simi- lar role for the vanquished Some more games are scheduled between these gladiators. zaze followed the drummer’s pointing thumb his face hardened. “So you're back again,” growled Mr. Dodge, “just when we thought we had got rid of you.” The youth vho excited the anger of Mr. Dodge was a thin young man with a thin ace. A yellow dog approached the voung man who at once sat down on he platform and took the dog's head n his arms. “Then you know him, 1o you?" asked the drummer. ““Know him! Who don't—in this own! That's Jimmy Gordon, the Rev. \Watson Duncan's good-for-nothing stepson come home again. He's T. lihu's nephew, too—Watson Dun- an married Mathilda Gordon, T. ©lihu's widowed sister. Like father, like son! Gordon, he never amounted to— Mr. Dodge would have his views on ‘drdmmer” elaborated heredity had not the interupted “No-0-0!" exclaimed lton't say! T. Elihu’s nephew—and he dominie’s stepson? ~ Why didn't hey wait for him, and make the re- infon complete? Why didn’t they take him along—but then, of course, they weren't expecting him. “Expect him! Take him along! Say. I guess yogghaven't been very long in this town, have you?”" Preceded by the dog the youth in the shiny suit with “fringes” to the trousers walked up the street and ppeared around a corner. Just what's he done—in particu- * asked the drummer. “Nothing.” The speaker could not he. “You but | jat, from a di and Metropolitan have mentioned murder with bitterer condemnation. “Nothing yet they could get the goods on When they do they'll welcome home with a pair of handcuffs. He's never done anyvthing. You saw that yellow cur walk up and recogniue nim, didn’t you?" Why, yes, where him. him the drummer’s instant affirmative was almost e¢nthusiastic “Yes, I noticed the particularly. As good an Airdale ever looked Seemed like him, dog as 1 nce, anyway. to eemed to too. know him Why wouldn't he?"” mans triumphantly. “That was e ec Hanlon's dog. And Hanlon's i Jimmy Gordon's hangout. They're the folks he runs with. the gang of crooks and yeggs who buy drinks for the Palace theater szirls who live there.” demanded the Four months previous Jimmy Gor- den bad left Warchester (a fast freight almost jerked an rm from a socket on that oces when he misjudged its speed in the darkness) with a greasy $2 bill, a half dollar and nickel in his possession Main street w less deserted than the thoroughfare down which Jimmy and the dog had come. And although the great man himself had passed from sight, accompanicd by the Rev. Watsen Duncan. the glittering equip- sion, e stood before the Gazette offices. Naturally the attention which the indred wayfar attracted was neg- ble in the extreme. Disaster has cynical habit of edging into a scene in just such a casual fashion. Their appearance was marked by no one except Iney Banks, lolling back upon the plum upholstery, and one Abel Thompson, citizen of color, seat- ©d upon tke low step of the Palace theater lobby, directly across the wa Sidney. appraised of the Aire- 2’'s approach by a sudden tug upon white bull-terrier's leash, wa too immediately taken with inspira- tion to have eyes for the one who followed after. And Abel's recogni- tion of dog and human, while com- 'lete, was entirely subconscious. Persistent rumor had it that a pos- ible hasty alliance with a lady of t footlights who worried her head not at all over engagements theatrical vas responsible for T. Elihu’s concern for the health of his son The Airedale outstripped Jimmy Gordon. He came up at a trot, paus- ing in the head of the alley which riled high with discarded scenery and less recognizable junk, ran past the Palace stage door to the entrance of Hanlon's hotel in the rear, to give the zentleman of color, also a friend of his, a wag or two and a measuring lance. By his own description Abel Thompson was an assistant stage manager of the theater; by force of ircumstance, property-boy and rais- er-back and the good-natured butt of A1l abuse which had no other safe cutlet. Abel was reaching out a re- ‘iprocating hand when he noted, with a distinct shock, that the bull- terrier no longer occupied a spaca on the scat beside his master. The dog fight which ensued he be- TIME BY ARTHUR SCOTT“ BAILEY His TA CTradamarh Mayiotered LES OFF FOR THE CIRCUS. Great circus posters had covered one side of Farmer Green's barn weeks. Ever since men came and pasted them on the barn Johnnie Green had studied them carefully. He had practiced bare-back riding on his pony, Twinkleheels. He had tried a high dive into the mill pond from the top of \tlle dam. And much to old dog Spot's disgust Johnnie had tried to make him jump through a hoop covered with paper. Spot had refused flatly to do any- thing of the kind. If he had known for ‘Whats going to happen then?™ Spot inquired. that his young master had half a notion to teach him to jump through a hoop of fire Spot would have run away—at least until circus time had come and gone. “Whaf puts all these queer ideas into Johnnic's head?’ the old dog asked his friend Ebenezer the horse ong day. “Don’t you know?" said Ebenezer. “It's those circus pictures. Johnnie won't think of anything else -until the twenty-third of August.” “What's going to happen Spot inquired. “That’s the day comes to the explained. to see it.” “Do you expect to Spot asked him. “No!” Ebenezer replied Green will hitch the bays carryall. And to tell then?"” when the circus village,' the old horse “The whole family's going take them?” armer to the the truth, I'll asked his friend Ebenezer else untilllage and How Dog Spot Got There. ment, if the watch was correct, be just as pleased to stay behind. will be a at home “It will be a lonesome day, with everybody away,” said Spot 1 be- lieve I'll go to the circus myself.” rmer Green may decide to leave you here,” the old horse suggested. “Then I'll surprise him,” said Spot. “I'll hide behind a tree until Farmer Green has driven out of the yard. And then I'll follow the carryall.” The old dog begzan to tell body in the farmyard that going to the circus on the third of August. Of course some of the farmyard folk were jealous of him. The rooster remarked that he didn’t believe Spot would hear any crowing at the circus that would be worth listening to. Turkey Proud- foot said that when it came to strut- ting the circus couldn’'t show Spot any that couldn’t be beaten right there on the farm. And Henrietta Hen, who went to the county fair the year before, declared that she shouldn’t care to o to the village ex- cept to sec a poultry show. But old dog Spot didn’t mind any- thing they said. And when the twenty- third of August came he lingered about the farmyard. Farly in the morning he saw Farmer Green run the carryall into the yard and har- ness the bays to it. Then the rest of the family came out of the house. Spot, from his hiding place behind tree, was pleased to see that John- nie Green did not forget to bring a big lunch basket with him. At last everybody w T start. And then, to Spot's dismay Farmer Green caught sight of his nose, sticking out from behind a tree. “That dog means to follow us,” he cried. “I'll have to shut him up in the barn.” And to old Spot he called, “Come here, sir!" Spot didn’t dare disobey. tail’ between his legs he crept up to the carryall. And though he whined and begged to be taken to the circus, Farmer Green caught hold of his col- Jar and led him into the barn. Then Farmer Green closed the door. Poor Spot had to give one loud Howl when he heard the wheels of the carryall crunching on the gravel driveway. (Copyright 1921 By The Metropolitan Newspaper Service). 1t cat day to take naps here he twent ady to With his e Tomorrow-—A B Day at the Vil- AUGUST 25, 1921. the Aircdale and the terrier was a very creditable one for a Sun- day performance. Sidney sprang from his carriage and sailed in with cane to part the combatants about the same time that Jimmy Gor- don attempted a similar act; with the result that, though the dogs were parted, Jimmy got St over the knuckle from hi nis ' cane. In a second story window of the Daily Gazette building the t loomed T. Elihu Banks, his bulk not quite filling the aper- his purple face apalling. less preoccupied person would have flinched, if only involuntary, be- fore that blasting wrath, flanked by the pallid raze of the Rev. Watson Duncan and the sheer distaste of Mr. {J. J. Latham, owner of the Gazette Jimmy merely blinked—a rascally clever simulation of surprise! Next he smiled, and the slightly crooked srin rendered misconstruction in the other quarter impossible. He even dared blazenly to nod his head in greeting, and though the window was closed and the distancg considerable, Jimmy heard T. Eliha roar. Hanlon's hotel, a four-square struc- ture of red brick, better known as Pegleg’s place, stood in a hollow square formed by three built-up sides of the city block and “the river.”” The outlook, therefore, which guests of this doubtful hostelry enjoyed was scarcely one to be recommended with pride. The front office through which Jimmy Gordon made his entrance from the alley was deserted. A single couple leaned over one of the small round tables with which a ant dance space was banked; a lone waiter with a white patch of apron icross his thighs leaned against a window-sill, back to his charges. And the couple, a fox-faced youth and a 7irl with a white plumel hat, seemed cppressed by the weather; the waiter indifferent to the point of stupidity. Tope of diversion, no matter how frivial, showed in the faces of all hree as they turned at the sound »f an opening door. But with the ‘ntrance of Jimmy, followed by the sentleman of color ®ho. habitually sensation-hungry himself, was loath to leave that injured hand in the ab- sence of better divertisement, all imilarity of expresfion ended. The waiter, of a deceptively flabby cxpansiveness, continued outwardly indifferent, though his air of stupid-* ity left him. The other man’'s appraisal of the newcomer was briefer, more in de- tail, and the unflattering conclusions arrived at not too scrupulously con- caled by half. Arrogant display of his opinions was a characteristic of this personage—one Whitey Garrity, :lias Alibi to the police by reason of his adroit manipulation of coinci- lence. Whitey wore a two-carat stone in his red four-in-hand; he sported an- ther, smaller but not so yellow, upon « white and femininely tapered finger. There was nothing complex about e expression on the girl's face. A oment before she might have been alled pretty, had it not been for the lefiant curl of her lips which more han belied a sort of childish plea or kindness in her eyes. And now iiite suddenly she was pretty in pite of it. Jimmy recognized in her just one of the Palace theater girls, tnown to the habitues of the hotel Melody. She had never offered an- other name. She gazed at Jimmy with warm and yearningz softness until coula .10 longer contain hs pleasure. 2 ‘Why'n't ycu invite him over?” he rrowled. “He looks like he might be free-spendin’ gent with a bank-roll.” “Why, that's only Jimmy Gordon, she said. ‘"He¢'s been =way qilite while. I—I didn’t know: he'd back “Ain’t baen writin® you regular, then?” Whitey's response had the pat- ness of a litany. ‘“Maybe he's de- cided that you don't fieure amy more in his young life.” “Can’t you see that he don’t belong here—or do you need a woman to tell it to you?” she cried. “‘Gee, ain't she the little spitfire,” he sought facetiously to relieve the tension. “Hod'd I know he was a particular friend of yourn?” “He ain't,” Melody flashed back at him. “This minute if you was to ask him quick for my name he couldn’t give it to you. Didn't you get that from the way he pinked up when I bowed to him? He ain't my friend. I—I'm a friend of his.” She swallowed with some difficulty and coughed a little. *“It's hot in here,” she finished unsteadil ““Come on. 1 gotta get out in the air.” The affront which Whitey had suf- fered at Jimmy Gordon’s hands was nameless but mnone the less unfor- givabie. It demanded explanation. After the door had ciosed behind this new enemy which he had acquired un- wittingly, Jimmie broached the b iness which had brought him there. “Hanlon home?” he asked. The Palace theater factotum substitute chef shook his head. “He ain’t been 'roun’ sence mawn- in',” he replied. “We been havin' mo’ or less trouble eveh sence you left, and las' Wednesday it done reached a crisis. 'Twant much—jes’ a little argyment ovah too many aces in a poker deck. But 'lectin’s comin’ on again. an’ folks up on the hill s talkin’ refohm again, so Pegles. he out rangin' things up an’ pacifyin’ the proletariat.” . xo tween his a got and eloquent of an old- fashioned decade, had survived War- chester's growth to cityhood; and while one of them had lost, more or less, its geographical exactitude, the other, from year to year, continued to increase in social significance. “Down town,” at its elastic best, could no longer be said to embrace the city's vast and soot-soiled area of industry quite as faithfully as it had once covered a compact block or two of marts devoted to barter and trade. But “up on the hill” was still the “ex- clusive’s residential section of the community. Three months before, when Jimmy Gordon left Warchester with a labor- iously typed manuscript buttoned in- side his coat, he had pictured him- elf returning costumed after a fash- ion not quite as compelling ‘as his cousin Sidney’s, yet nevertheless no longer calculated to offend a fastidi- ous neighborhood. This triumph of letters had suffered a serious setback, but there was no bitterness in the boy's heart because it had proved a false hope. Once he looked at his wgtch. Cus- ‘tom was still a fixed and dependable Two phrases Edwin Morse and Mis: of the concern’'s money. knew that Evelyn Latham was in her accustomed place and surrounded by her usual court, among the member of which he recognized his cousin Sidney and Lloyd Jameson, Judg: Jameson’s son. Jimmy paused for a moment—only a minute—to ze. His step had lost its briskness when he started on, but he did not ¢ the street to avoid passing the La- tham veranda. He had forgotten to arry his bandaged hand out of sight: soing up the front steps of the cot- tage which he called home he stumbled blindly and barely kept from falling. When he recovered himself and reached for the door- knob he found the door already open before him. His mother stood upon the threshold waiting for him. “Hello, mother,” he said. “A penny! Here I am back home, see.” It wa Mrs. W anks, bad yo often remarked how much tson Duncan, nee Mathilda looked like her brother, T ihu, a bit of flattery that never missed fire. Now, she moved doubtfully to one side and made room tor Jimmy to enter, the resemblanc was actual and astonishing. Her voic had been trained to its tired, color- less monotone. “I see.” She ignored her son’s ob- vious witticism, and swept his dusty length with a single glance. “I saw you coming. Step inside—before the whole neighborhood gets sight you.” .o CHAPTER IL. The Black Sheep Driven OQut. Jimmy's room, that one which luckily ~ overloogked the Latham grounds and the broad veranda, had not been opened since his dPr\fll’ll!l"‘_ —_—————— than a to have King finds “How sharper pent's tooth it is thankless child! immortal plaint, demonstration in “Over the Hill,” the William Fox* photo- play which will be seen at FOX’S Beginning Saturday, Sept.3 This is the pi such a ren ble Broadway run—breaking all records-—and which has not had a single de- ory criticism written con- cerning it. Lea vivi ture -that has NOW PLAYING BERT LYTELL MESSAGE FROM MARS —VAUDEVILLE— BERT GREF NOVELTY IN ACROBATIC ACT ROBERTS and ROBERTS Celebrated Musicians O’BURRFLL and CURTISS The World's stest Dres: WINNING A MISS Singing—Dancin, Act matter in Warchester. At that mo- he 6 — Pcople — 6 a wife, . MISSING BANKER AND STENOGRAPHER Mabel Penfold, teller and stenographer of the International Trust Company of Denver, Col., are missing. Morse has arrest have been issued, charging him with white slavery and embezzlement. A warrant is also out for the girl's arrest. Miss Penfold was taken about three weeks before they So is $78,000 Federal warrants for his The above picture of Morse and disappeared. He wheeled, gropingly found the ed and stretched his thin length flat (pon it. He drifted into a state of i-consciousness. Then, as if from + great distance, there came to him « peal of laughter, low and cool and cliberately mocking. (Continued in Tomorrow's Herald.) CITY - ITEMS. Hear the Caruso records at Morans'. advt. Arthur K. Hebert and family, Mrs. I Smith and Miss Louise Hebert of East Main street have returned om Glens Falls, N. Y., where they tttended the funeral of their sister, irs. 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