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The Gillette at Home
Forty Dollars a Year Income
for Life and Better Shaving
TO a young man who came
to him for advice a great
financier once said: "The
trouble is you don't capitalize
your wealth." And went on
to prove it by showing that 15
cents a day represents the earn
ing power of a $1,CC0 bond.
"Yet," he continued, "most
men spend that amount need
lessly every day in one way or
another."
Looked at in that way, there
is a financial reason that in itself
is making the Gillette Safety
Razor well worth while to the
men with a sense of vnUies to say noth
ing of the sheer comfort of the quick,
smooth, easy .Gillette shave and the
boon of "no stropping, no honing."
It's a ?ood idea to own a Gillette
Forty Dollars a yenr income for life is
not so bad for a $5 investment and
there is always that Gillette Shave
you know.
Gillette Razors, $5 and up: Blades,
50 cents and $1 the packet. Dealers
everywhere.
GILLETTE SAFETY RAZOR COMPANY
BOSTON. MASS.
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BY ACTUAL TEST
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packed ready to eerv in twenty-one min
ute and no hot fii to fuse over. That'
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way with a White Mountain Freerer i easier
to make than a pudding or pie." We have
proved itr eocan you. If you don't know
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or writ to ua direct.
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Nashua, New Hampshire
I S s v right wav with a
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I a 1 Freezer it easier
1 I to make than a
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During the day she found herself
looking forward to his return nnd hi
jolly, spirited stories, always guy nnd
humorous, nnd never tiresome, tcch
nicnl, nor conceit ed, although for
three, years lie had held the club cup
for the best fish taken on Sagamore
water.
She took sun-hat hp in her hammock;
she read novels; she spent hours in
reverie, blue eyes skyward, nrms under
her head, swayed in lier hammock by
the delicious winds of a perfect June.
All lier composure and coninion
sense had returned. She began to ex
perience a certain feeling of respon
sibility for Crawford a feeling almost
maternal.
"lie's no amusingly shy about k peak
ing," she told Miss (iarcide; "I suppose
he's anxious and bashful. 1 think I'll
tell him that it is nil arranged. Hesidcs,
I promised Mr. (Iarcide to speak. 1
don't see why I don't; I'm not a bit
embarrassed."
Hut the days went shining by, and
a new week dawned, and Miss Castle
had not taken pity upon her tongue
tied lover.
"Oh, this is simply dreadful." she
argued with hcr-clf. "Hesidcs, 1 want to
know how soon the man expects to marry
inc. I've a few tilings to purchase, thank
you, and if he thinks a trousseau is
thrown together in a day, he's a a
man!''
That evening she determined to ful
fil her promise to (iarcide as scrupulously
as she kept all lier promises.
She wore white at dinner, with a
great bunch of wild iris that Crawford
had brought lier. Towards the end of
the dinner she began to be frightened,
but it was the instinct of the Castles
to fight, fear, and overcome it.
"I'm going to walk down to the little
foot-bridge, she said, steadily, examin
ing the coffee in her tiny cup; "and if
you will si roll down with your pipe,
1 . . . I will tell you something."
"That will be very jolly," he said.
"There's a full moon; 1 mean to have a try
at a thumping bigfish in the pool above "
She nodded, and he rose and attended
her to the door.
Then he lighted a cigar and called for
a telegram blank.
This is what he wrote:
"James J. Crawford, 318 New
Hroad Street, N. Y.:
"I am at the Sagamore. When
do you want me to return?
"Jamks II. Chawkohd."
The servant took the bit of yellow-paper.-
Crawford lay back smoking
and thinking of trout and forests and
blue' skies and blue eyes that he should
miss very, very soon.
Meanwhile the possessor of the blue
eyes was M anding on t he lit tie foot-bridge
that crossed the water below the lawn.
A faint freshness came upward to her
from the water, cooling her face. She
looked down into that sparkling dusk
which hangs over woodland rivers, and
she saw the. ripples, all silvered, flowing
under the moon, and the wild-cherry
blossoms trembling and quivering with
the gray wings of moths.
"Surely," she said, aloud "surely
there is something in the world besides
men. 1 love this all of it ! I do indeed.
I could find happiness here; I do not
think I was made for men."
For a long while she stood, bending
down towards the water, her whole
body saturated with the perfume from
the fringed milkweed. Then she raised
her delicate nose a trifle, sniffing at the
air, which suddenly becanio faintly
spired with tobacco Eiuoke.
Where did the smoke come from?
She turned instinctively. On a rock ui
stream stood young Crawford, smoking
peacefully, and casting a white fly into
the dusky water. Swish the silk line
whistled out into the dusk.
After a few moments' casting, she
saw him step ashore and saunter
towards the bridge, where she was
standing; then his step jarred the
structure and he came tip, cap in one
hand, rod in the other.
"I thought perhaps you might like
to try a cast," he said, pleasantly.
"There's a good-sized fish in the
pool above; I raised him twice. He'll
scale close to five pounds, I fancy."
"Thank you," sai.l Miss Castle;
"that is very generous of you, because
you are deliberately sacrificing the
club loving-cup if I catch that fish."
He said, laughing: "I've held the cup
before. Try it, Miss Castle; that is a
five-pound fish, and the record this
spring is four and a half"
She took the rod; he went first and
she held out her hand so that he could
steady her across the stones and out
into the dusk.
"My skirts are soaked with the dew,
anyway," she said. "1 don't mind a
wetting."
He unslung his landinu-nct and
waited ready; she sent the Sine whirling
into the darkness.
"To the right," he sail.
For ten minutes she stood then cast
ing in silence. Once a, splash in the
shailows set his nerves quivering, but
it was only a musk-rat.
"Hy-t he-way," she said, quietly, over
her shoulder, "I know why you and 1
have met here."
And as Crawford said nothing she
reeled in her line, and held out her
hand to him as a signal that she wished
to come ashore.
He aided her, taking the rod and guid
ing her carefully across the dusky stepping-stones
to the bank.
She shook out her damp skirts, then
raised her face, which had grown a
trifle pale.
"I will marry you, Mr. Crawford,"
she said, bravely, "and I hope you
will make me love you. Mr. (iarcide
wishes it. ... I understand . . . that
you wish it. You must not feel em
barrassed, . . . nor let me feel em
barrassed. Come ami talk it over.
Shall we?"
There was a rustic seat on the river
bank; she sat down in one corner.
His face was in shadow; he had
dropped his rod and landing-net abrupt
ly. And now lie took an uncertain step
towards her and sat down at her side.
"I want you to make me love you,"
she said, frankly; "I hope you will; I
shall do till I can to help you. Hut
unless I do will you remember that?
1 do not love you." As he was silent,
she went on: "Take me as a comrade;
I will go where you wish. I am really
a good comrade; ci n do what men
do. You shall see! It will be pleasant,
I think."
After a little while Ik; spoke in a low
voice which was not perfectly steady:
"Miss Castle, I am going to tell you
something which you must know. 1
do not believe that Mr. Gareide has
authorized me to offer myself to you."
"He told me that he desired it," she
said. "That is why he brought us to
gether. And lie also said," she added,
hastily, "that you were somewhat bash
ful. So I thought it best to make it
easy for us both. I hope I have."
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