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ing worn out I slept heavily.
At 7 o'clock. '411. Reynolds r talc•
tc tho door, dreseed for the _to .
fis wee •1 1:.11 Platt t c1 resat fifty,
n
next and orderly in hie habire !eel
!• alt toss remembered ii'.:•' 1 hail
soon better days and treated me :n .
—By MARY ROBERTS RIN1elIIA1RT n i:.tely,
,:1 "Never mind about breakfast for
ti
:my =Fen on the door sltyin:r that
1.1 11( :tee t l r. , 1 -seri for 5....i
of ,iltii,. lever we! •1• in the sere:.
t! r(T4
1 vi : u vor n tf it " ,i• ar.,1
1 mv,'- it !, oncll,l to ., t
1•1111,0..• and ;111• 111;11 t :11.1 r..
'111, ir, 4)u r-- .. .11 ,.I '11'
en• this morning, Mrs. Pittman," he :1 i. 41,1 1 :n' 41,, ,t;,..
but with the sight of the valise i "It's rather curious when you con- ',Li. "I'!1 rot, it c1g1 or rnfl'c•,) at ...i;',14•., I'.., '. =n 174 , .
and the fear that, they might bo Lear -i rider it." We both spoke softly not ;Ia other 414)1 of the bride. I'll "Sao 11..1.- ,+',,n. 1(4511:," t •:ti'
1144"' 1 tlh6aght !1 boat not to quarrel. , to disturb the L:uileys. "1•vo been ,i,d . the beatand „end it bath with "What r.:, ;ion m , :.1•;.
Silo had left the w!ndu.o, ,eel tieing i awake and I heard no boat come in. 9,,,,,,,,y.,) away?"
to her dressing table, had picked up ; And yet if no one came in a boat turned and went along the hall "flee •fee c1 f• to its..- i.it ,"
her nail file, and came from the street they would
"Never mind," I said. "I hope you have had to swim in."
are not ,going away. Theon floc e 1 felt ,furor and creepy, The
don't last, and they're a benefit. street door was Dora, of cuur'6e, and
Plenty of the people around here re- the lights beyond. lt.e'ave mat
ly on 'em every year to W1'sh out a et)'41)1 e feeling to sit there in the
their cellars." on 111e stairs, with the arch
"No, I'm not going away," she re- ,'f the front door like the .entrance
plied, lazily, "I'ni taking that dress 40 11 r:n•r,n, and .del, now 11141 th,m
to Miss Ilope at the theatre. :illi• <s a chunk of ice elide into view, turn I
going to wear it in 'Charlie's Aunt' 04;004)1 in the eddy and pas: on. It
next week. She hasn't half enought :sitter tole], too, and the wind
of a waird, bo to play leads in stock. s,..s rising,
Look at this thumb nail, broken to 1 31 gn through the house," said
the, quick!„ air. Reynolds. "There -s likely noth-
If -I had only looked to eoe'which "ng ..1111'`" the matter than some
thumb it was! But I was nu't's g Lim '!'!tnh m 1»111 haul( on a vacation
tea tray on the washstand and env_ while the mills are under water. But
ing Mr. Laclley's papers to fund room 1'd butter look."
•re' it. Peter, the spaniel, begged for
H0 left ria, and I sal: (burr., aloe„
1 p n the darkness. I had a presenti-
a lump of sugar, and T' gave it to
mint of something wrong, but I
hums
"Where is Mr. LaiP.ey?" I asked.
"Cone out to see the river."
"I hope he'll be careful. The) e's something dark floated in and lodg-
e drowning or two "eary year in cel on the step below. I reached
these_ floods."
"Then I h,pa he won't"
calmly. "D1 you know what T sees
doing when yea cane in? • I was
looking after hit boat and hoping it
had a hole in it."
"You won't feel that waw tomor-
row, Mrs. Ladley," I protested,
shocked. "You're just nervous and
put out. Most men have their ugly
times. Many a time I wished Mr.
Pitman G : = gone—until he went.
Then I'd Hee given a goo:] bit tc•
have him back again."
She was standing in front of the
dresser, fixing her hair over her earn.
She turned and looked at 1111 over
her shoulder.
"Probably Mr. Pitman was a
man," she said. "My husband is a
fiend, a devil."
Well, a good many women have
said that to me at different tinges.
But just let me Ray such a thing to
them, or repent their own words !'o
them next clay, and they would fly
at me in a fury. So I said nothing
and put the cream into her tea.
I never sawher again.
•
There is not much sleeping done in
the flood district during a spring
flood. The gas was shut off and I
gave Mr. Reynolds and the Ladlcys
each a lamp. I sat in the back room
that I had made into a temporary
kitchen with a candle an,i with a
bedqu!lt around my shoulders. The
water rose fast in the lower hall, but
by midnight at the seventh stop, it
stopped rising and stood still. 1 &-
ways have a sltiff during the flood
0'210011, and as the water rose I tied
it to one spindle of the staircate af-
• ter another.
I made thyself a cup of tea and at
3 o'clock I streched out on a sofa
for a few hours' sleep. I think I
had been sleeping Dry an hour m'
10 What S01110 one touched m0, on the
shoulder and I started up. It .was
Mr. Reynolds, partly dressed.
"Some one has been in till house,
Mo,. Pitman," he. seed. "Tnev went
away ;eel now in the boat,"
"Perhaps it was Peter." I st11444, -
tel. ''That dog is always wondering
around at night."
"Not unless Peter can row a boat,"
said Mr, Reynolds, deet;.
I got up, being already fully dress-
ed, and taking the candle we went to
the staircase, 110t141.• 1 that it was
a minute or so after `1 o'clock as w0
left the room. The boat was govt+.,
not untied, rut cut The end
Of the rope was still fa.'eerd t She
stair rail T sat do u i the stairs
end 100'o+l at ?1r. 114'' t .'u,
"It's gong!" I said, "l:f+rho heave
catches fire we'll have to down."
h•' •:d to think it was only discomfort
end the cold. The water, driven in
be the wind. swirled at my feet. And
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dawn and touched it. It was a dead
kitten. I had never ]mown a dead
eat to bring rue anything but had
luck, and here was one washed in
:C. :,1y very feet.
CHAPTER 11.
lir. Reynold' carne back soon and
reported the house quiet a11d in or-
der,
`"lief 1 .t :Yl P't.•r shit. 11,, itr ,t
01' the third floor rooms," he :aid.
"Did you put him there?"
I had not and :esti so, but as the
dog went everywhere and the deo,
me;ht have b!nwn shut We did not
.e ,such notch imeortuncc to it at the
time.
Well, the skiff was gone, and there
10111 110 use worrying about it until
morning, I went bark to the sofa
to keep warm, but I left my candle
lighted and my door open. I did not
sleep. The dead eat was on my
mind, and if it were not bad enough
to have it washed in at my foot,
about 4 in the morning. Peter, prowl.
ing uneasily, discovered it and
brought it in and put it on my
couch, wet and stiff, poor littl •
thing!
1 looked at the clock. It was a
quarter ater '4, and except for the
occasional crunch of one ice cake
hitting into another in the yard, ee-
er•ything was quiet. And then t
heard the stealthy sound of oars in
the lower hall.
I aro not a brave woman]. 1 lay.
t11o1'e, hoping Mr, Reynolds would
hear and open his doer. llut he was
sleeping soundly. Peter snarled and
ran out into the hall, and the next
moment I heard Mr. Ladley speak-
ing. "Down, Peter," he said
"Down. Go and lie down."
1. took my candle and wont -out
into the hall. Mr. Ladley .las stoop-
ing over the boat, trying to tie it to
the staircase. The rope was short,
having been cut, and he was havir,1'
trouble. Perhaps it was the candle
light, but he looked ghost white and
haggard.
"I borrowed your boat, Mrs. Pit-
man," he said, civilly enough. "Mrs.
1.atdley was not well, and I—I .vent
to the drug store."
"You've been more than two ]lours
going to the drug store," I said.
He muttered something about not
finding any open at first and wont
into his room, He closed and locked
the door behind him and, although
Peter whined and scratched, he did
not let him in.
Tie looked so agitated that I
thought I had boon harsh and per-
haps site was really ill. I knocked
at the door and aslcod if I could do
imytbing, But he only called "No!"
curtly through the door and asked
cue to take that infernal dog away.
I went back to bed and tried to
sleep; for the water had dropped an
inch or so on the stairs, and I knew
the danger lens over. Peter came,
shivering, at dawn and got or the
sofa with me. I put an end of the
quilt over him, and ho stopped shiv-
ering after a time and went to
sleep.
The dog was company. 1 lacy
11101.•0, wide awake, thinking about
Mr. Pitman's death, anal how I ]nod
come by degrees to be keeping a
ehe1tp boarding house in the flood
district and to having to talcs im-
pudence ;from everybody who chose
leo rent 0 room from me and to be-
ing walled a she devil. From that 1
got to thinking again about the Lad
lays and how she lied said he was a
fiend 'and to doubting about his lith'-
ing gone out for medicine for her, I
dozed off again at daylight, end bo
and down to the boat, 111
i.1:h oil' from the stairs with :4)l oar
and row out into the street. Pete-r-
1e'leeeel hinl to the stairs.
At a .]halter after 7 Mr. Ladley
e sine out and (tailed to met "Just
brine in a cup of (toffee and swine
toes:.,' he said. "]enough for one''
Il, went beck and slammed -11+s
glom, anti 1 made his coffee. I steep.
,•d a cup of tea for Mr.;. Ladley at
the ::one time. He opened tits, door
ll,t wide enough for the tray and
tee): it without so much as a "thank
you." He a cigarette in his mouth
.1: 1111001 and 1 00(11(1 See11 gra in the
grata and smell something like
-c•brehing cloth.
"I hope Mr.±, Ladley is better," 1
said, getting my Foot in the crack of
•he door so 110 could not yuite (.lose
it. It smelled to ale as if he Red ac•
eidcntally set fire to something with
hit cigarette and I tried to see int)
the room.
"What about firs. Laclley?" 11:,
srappe4,
"You said she was ill last night."
"Oh. yes! Well, she wasn't very
_:elle. She's better."
"Shall I bring her some tea,"
"Take your foot away!" lie order-
ed. "No. She doesn't want tea.
Sine's not Here."
"Not here!"
"Good Heavens!" he snarled. "Is
her going away anything to make
,;eh th furs: about? The Lord kno'vt
I'4) be glad to get out of this infer-
nal pig wallow lnyself."
"If you mean my house"—I be-
gan.
But he had pulled himself togeth-
er and was more polite when he an -
;veered, "I mean the neighborhood.
Your house is all that could be desir-
ed for the money. If we do not
have linen sheets and double cream
we -are paying muslin ane milk prier
Vb."
Hither my nose was growing ac-
customed to the odor or it was dy-
ing; away. I took my foot away
from the door. "When did Mrs.
Ladley leave?" I asked.
"This morning', very early. I
rowed her to Federal street."
"You couldn't have had much
:1eep," I said dryly, for he looked
horrible, Thele were lines -around
his eyes, which were red, and his lips
looked dry and cracked.
"She's not in the piece this week
a', the theatre," he said, licking his
lipe and looking past me, not at me.
"She'll be back by Saturday."
T did not believe him. I do not
think he imagined that I slid. He
shut the door in my face and it
caught poor Peter by the nose. The
dog ran off howling, but although
Mr. Ladley had been as fond o.4 the
animal as it was in his nature to 4441
fend of anything, 11e paid no atten-
tion. As I started down rale hall af-
ter hint I saw what Peter had been
carrying -0 slipper of Mrs. Lad-
ley's. It was soaked with water.
I+lvidently Peter had found it floatir.g
at the foot of the stairs.
Although the idea of murder had
not entered 111,y head at that time,
the slipper gave the a turn. I pick-
ed it up and looked at it, a black 0110
with a beaded toe, short in the
eahnp and high heeled, the sort most
actresses wear. non i event batik
and knocked at tha doe: of the
front room again,,
"What the devil do you want
new'?" he called from behind the
door.
"Here's a slipper of Mrs. Lad-
ley's," I' said, "Pete' found it float-
ing in the lower hall."
Ilse opened the door vitae and let
me in. The room was in tolerable
order, much better than when Mrs.
Ladley was about. Ho •looked at the
slippery but he did not touch it. "I
don't think that is hers," he said.
"I've seen her wear it a hundred
times."
"Well, she'll never wear it again."
And then, seeing me stare, he add-
ed; "It's r111Ined with the Water.
Throw it out. And, by the way, I'm
sorry, but I set lire to one of the
pillow slips; dropped asleep, and my
cigarette did the rest. Just put it
wit the b!11."
He pointed to the bed. One of
the pillows had no slip, and the tick-
ing; cover had a scorch or two on it,
I went over and looked at it,
"The pillow will haye to be paid
;for, too, Mr. Ladioy," I said, "And
there's it sign nailed of the door that
forbids smoking in bed. If yon aro
going to set fire to•things I shall
/owe to ch,u'go extra."
"Really!" he jeered, looping at ale
with his told fishy eyes. "Is there
4.: 't nlrt,yin
wo,I. i:e :1 ' '
"'tV,.... r.u•ne nig" :'ti:! the ..,i•,,,
P1.'',')heel oi' movers ' e,
from tl, (111.1• ens!, „4)d t!n.0 nn0.11-
00 r1:10 caret'' to tlp.e
"(`an 421i•.1 Had tett tele r' M
L !c; hers
"I'll ser
I went 114, I :t' 1 - '. •b'r abed 11t. :•1,•
,1 air !.1011 y' rtes a.'1 frem 'too.
beyond.
"The theatre is fishing where :411•:;.
Ladle,,• is."
"Tell t,rdn 1 dont know," h
seethe], tied :hut the door. I took
hie mo''sae',, to the telephone,
C>'bnuver it was s00r0 anti hung
up the receiver.
All the morning, I teas, unitsy---1
he.:•dry knew why. Peter felt it as
1 did. There Nr01.3 no sound from
ihe latdlev,' room and the house was
quiet exeseit for the laop!n. wetter
en the '.stairs and that polue patrol
going back and forth.
_1t 11 o'doek a boy in the mieth-
lohand, paddling 014 a raft, fall into
til:. water and was drowned. I
t,'0tclied the police boat go by, car-
rying the little cold body, and after
that 1 watt good for nothing. I went
and sat with Peter on the stairs. The
dog's conduct lead been strange all
!:turning. • He had sat just above tho
water, looking at it and whimpering.
Perhaps he was expecting another
kitten 00—
It is hard to -ay how ideas first
enter one's mind. But the notion
that 14Ir. Ladley had killed his wife
end thrown h:':' body into the water
came to me es I eat there. All et
once I seemed to 30e it all—the
(marvelilg the day before, the night
trip in the boat, the water soaked
s'ipper, his haggard face that morn.
ing—even the way the spaniel sat
end stared at the flood.
Terry brought the boat hack at
half past 11, towing it behind anoth-
er.
"Well," I said from the stairs, "1
hope you've had a pleasant morn-
ing."
"What doing?" he asked, not look-
ing at ale.
"Rowing about the streets. You
have. had that boat for hours."
He tied it up Without a word to
me, but he spoke' to the dog. "Good
morning, Peter," he sale. "It's nice
weather—for fishes, ain't it?"
IIe picked out a bit of floating
wood from the water, and, showing
it to the dog, flung it into the par-
lor. Peter was after it with a
splash. He was pretty fat, and when
he came back I heard hila wheezing.
But what he brought back was not
the stick of }wood. It was the knife
I use for rutting bread. It had been
on a shelf in the ' room where I ]tad
leapt the night before, and now Pe-
ter brought it out of the flood
where its wooden handle had kept it
afloat. The blade was broken oft;
short.
It is not unusual. to find • one's
household goods floating around dur-
ing flood tune. More than once I've
lost a chair or two and seen it after
the water had gone down, new
scrubbed and painted, in Molly ltla-
g•uire's kitchen next door. And per-
haps now and then a bit of luck
would come to me—a dog kennel or
a chicken house, or a eitclhen table,
or even, as it happened once, a
month old baby in a wooden cradle,
that lodged against my back fence:
and had conte forty milds, as it turn-
ed out, with no worse mishap than a
cold in its head.
But the knife was different. I
had put it on the mantel over' the
stove I wag using upstairs the night
before and hadn't touched it singe.
As I sat staring at it, Terry took it
from Peter and handed it to .me.
"Better give ale a penny, Mrs.
Pitman," ho said in bfs imiiudont
Irish way. "I hate to give you a
knife, It may cut -our friendship."
I reached over to hit him a clout
on the head; but I did not. The sun-
light was coming in through the
window at the top of the stairs, and
shining on the rope that was tied to
the banister. The eats of the rope
was covered with stains, bright with
a glint of red in them.
I got up sllivoriutg. "You can get
the meat at the butcher's, Terry," I
said, "and colne ba.elt for me in half
ail hour." Then I turined and wont
upstairs, weak in the knew, to put
on my hat and coat, I had made up
my mind that there had been murder
done.
I looked at any elook as I went
downstairs, I1 was just 12.30, 1.
o,„llt of telc,phoning for Mr. Rey-
1'ls to i , !ne , 1411 It was hi+
!t t t and 1115141 •:, •1 was af-
,;n t le,u from the house
hit Mr, 1 1 li ;y was in it
! , t• lest been tt;:'ui te;tin.
I _. intvn fli, ; ta.: R 11e 11ad
nod was Wag-
] , . A .ti.tn4'. haat h.td
huilway and was com!n,;
.riot /44;41" f.rAllc•buay Wq;
tilt 4na,t. ;ed , old
:01ll•th!n1 1''4)• you!'
? - •-:,'11, elderly and alert
up in the boat, poling
!e an oat'. Pearl' wave
'l vel;• . The elderly
,e ',relit hie haat tv a step
! i r ,,' of the Attie) tie; a cl reach
hie ;• Ileo 1'o a tub a his foot, held
plica r,f raw liver. 1')-
t-1'014? c went eresty, and I remt9,1-
I . "i 4 4'y that 1 lrul forgotten
ts, IS -1 °h..• poor beast for more thee
vu }ilia it?" asked tit-,
1'. ,•1' cat ftp, he tri'!
t t.ue"ht to do, and barked. The
t,l 1, f 44 reached tie wn twain, not
esswi e1 platter from e eta1.1t of
r 11 s,1 ill,' feet and, piaeinct the
. 011 it. pui, it on the step. The
.'hol • thing was so neat and buei-
i. )14 a tint I could only gaze.
-There 1 well trained dog, mad -
:en," eeld the elderly gentleman,
71 011111;;• et Peter Over hes glasses,
• Yoe should not have neglected
10' hood put hint out of my
mute!,"" T '0:,I ined, humbly enough,
for 1 01145 ,.shamed.
"Exactly. Do you know now
+t;;y .I,•r.r0in,g•• dogs and rats I have
farad thio morning?" He took a
ties -book out of his pocket and
^`"111••1 ! at it. "Forty-eight! Forty-
i,rl'`, niel,un! And ninety-three
....a4:7! I have found them marooned
in tries, clinging to fences, floating
en It:teals, and I have found them
• env!'
110•t'1'e houses whore there
was no excuse for their neglect.
Well, I must be moving on. I have
the report of a cat with a new litter
in the loft of a stable near here."
Ile wiped his hands carefully on
a fresh paper napkin, of which also
a heap reeted on one of the seats of
the boat, and picked up an oar,
smiling benevolently at Peter. Then
uddenly he bent over and looked at
the stained rope end tied to the stair
rail.
"What's that?" ho said.
"That's what I'm going to find
out," I replied. I glanced up at the
I,adleys' door, but it was closed.
The little man dropped his oar
and, fumbling• in his pockets, pulled
out a small magnifying glass. kie
bent over, holding to the rail, and
inspected the stains with the glass. I
had taken a fancy to ]him at once, •
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, 1027.
and in spite o1' my excitement I had
to smile a little.
"Bumph," he said, and Ioo1•ed up
t
t "that's blood! ,r'r •,
:ttnn 11tt Ilul Whyc you
u
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(tit the full. loose?"
"1 (14111'1," 1 said. "If that is
:,loud 1 want to know how it cert
c ea •.
That Was a 11,w rope loaf
40 114 -
io=:n• t ce ti h• ' 11•,.r -d my eyes.
„1 Wo''''' • _ !til
!111.1,, .. a r,011e t:1.0
4:4;,11,,, !I yon 1411 '41!'1:1 1•t•• 1 :?y.
a I: 44 of io.!1 Moo..., a
t •t, h - 1 d'ttt in a tl re tile
n.n,a ct 1 ,a,1!, a.r,• t that ;wit
Lunch it
I saw that he w:r.atr_-d U, tall; to
ane,
:at 1 ttlh'1„ d .u.,Und at.11 lett the
o y to the t„ln,wrtiey kite/tea 1 had
1:lad,n
"Now," he said hri.'l:ly when he
:0 closed the door, 'there'; sem•,-
,ili:,•,• wrong here. :'.,Also.; if you
^421 tell m'' I tan help. I2.1 O]flit it
••:4!l do you good to talk about it.
1y name'.; Holcombe, retired trier -
Apply to iil'st National
Lan!: for references."
"I'm not sure there is anything
wrong•," I began. "I guess I'm only
nervous and thinking little things are
big ones. There'.. (nothing to toll."
"Nonsense. I come down the
street in my boat. A white ,'acted
gentleman, with a cigarette, looks
out from a window when I stop at
the door and ducks back when 1
glance up. I come in and find a pet
dog, obviously overfed at ordinary
timers, whining with hunger on the
:•.airs. As I prepare to feed him a
pale woman comes down, trying to
put a right ]land glove on her left
hand and with her jacket wrong side
out. What am I to think?"
I started and looked at my coat.
He was right. And when as I tried
to take it off he helped the and coven
patted 111e on the shoulder—what
with his kindness and the long morn-
ing alone, worrying, and the eilee:gl-
less night, I began to cry. He had
a clean handkerchief in my hand be-
fore I had time to think of one.
"That's it," he said. "It will do
you good, only don't make a noise
about it. If it's a husband on the
annual flood spree don't worry, mad-
am. They always come round in
time to whitewash the cellars."
"It isn't a hushand," I sniffed.
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C. C. RAMAGE, D.D.S., L.A.S.
BRUSSELS, ONT.
Graduate Royal College of Dental
Surgeons and Honor Graduate Uni-
versity of Toronto. Dentistry in all
its branches.
Office Over Standard Bank,
Phone 200
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Ptlr 1, Ont.
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Conveyance, Commissioner and C. J.
Agent for
The Imperial Life Assurance Co. of
Canada
and
Ocean Accident Guarantee Corpora-
tion, Limited
Accident Insurance, Automobile In-
surance, Plate Glass Insurance, etc.
Phone 222$ Ethel, Out.
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AGENT FOR
Fire, Automobile pled Wild los.
OOMPANILS
For Brussels and vicinity .Phone 64
JAMES M'FADZEAFV
agent Nevfick Mutual fire insurance Campo/
Also
Hartford Windstorm and Tai'nado Insurance
Phu»„ ('d 1101. 1 7'urnbcory Street b' 41.001
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D. M. SCOTT
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PRICES MODERATE
For references consult any person whose sales
I have officiated at. Phone 2926
"Tell me about it," he said. There T. T. M'FAE
was something so kindly in his face
and it was so long since I had had a
bit of human sympathy that I aimost
broke down again.
(To Be Continued).
M. S., IVi. O. P., & S. O.
M. O. F1., Village or Brussel2,
Physician, Surgeon, Acoonche.r.
Office nt residence. opposite 10014111, Church.
Willta,n street.
le. . 81.twz:2iii
BARRISTER, SOLIOITo4,
OONVEYANOER. NOTARY PUBLIC
Advertising impresses your name LO, -.KI ?.LOC-: - RkUSSELS
end business into the p"1o1.: mind, so i
that when people think of anything I OR. WAROLAW
in your line they connect your name loiie5agiiny'. dniglisoalietero0oeovroat a
with it. Fleur Mill, Rtt. 1.
Worth Selling
is
Worth Telling
n,
Advertise what you are doing.
Advertise what you expect to do.
Advertise your old goods and move them.
Advertise your newlgoods and sell them
before they get old.
Advertise to hold old trade.
Advertise to get new trade,
Advertise when business is good to Make
it better.
Advertise when business is poor to keep
it from getting worse.
Advertising is not a "cure-all,"
Advertising is a preventative.
Advertising does not push, it pulls.
Advertising to pay frust be consistent and
persistent,
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