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AGENTS
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ANTI-MIST
Winter means snow, sleet and rain—hidden vision for motorists—frosted windows for merchants—steamed glasses for wearers of spectacles. Everyone is a danger and a loss. ANTI-MIST positively keep Glass Clear—insures clear vision—and is Guaranteed to do the work.
A Whirlwind Seller
It is an absolute fact that you can make more money in a few hours with Anti-Mist than you can get in weeks with something else. You "get" your prospects when they need it. That's why it sells like wild-fire. Sell chain store owners for all their stores. One good sale nets you a big permanent income.
Unlimited Opportunity
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SEND AT ONCE
Clip and mail the coupon for trial can and full particulars on how you can easily make $50 to $100 every week. This is a mighty winter seller. Nothing like it. Be the first to introduce ANTI-MIST in you community. Sample costs you 35 cents which you can send in stamps or coin. Retails at 35 cents for ¾ oz. can—$1.50 for eight oz. can. Generous commission plan pays big profits on each sale. You pocket the money when sale is made. Make big money this winter in your own business.
ACT NOW—MAIL TODAY
ANTI-MIST CHEMICAL CO.,
Dept. 935-K, 201 E. Ontario St., Chicago, Ill.
Gentlemen:
Send me at once your sample can of ANTI-MIST together with complete details of your money making proposition. I enclose 25 cents (stamps or coin) to help cover cost of sample, mailing, etc.
Name
Address
City State
"Good night, boys. Think it over."
And with a dry smile on his heavy mouth, the big man opened the door, squeezed through the insufficient opening and was gone.
"He means it," Garvin said, dumfoundedly, after a long silence. "But he can't do it."
"Of course he can't!" Daniels laughed, in vague relief. "He's just brooded over his unfortunate appearance so much that he's a monomaniac on the subject. Then"—the banker's voice softened—"facing death for nearly three years because of some fool specialist's fool predictions, added to that, was too much. It's warped his brain. There was a weak spot in the first place, or the warping couldn't have ensued, no matter what the provocation. I'd never have thought it could happen to Felix. Too bad! He's a mighty good sort! We—we'll have to be considerate of him till he forgets this nonsense."
Garvin did not answer immediately. He was wondering if it were really possible that old Felix was scheduled to die. What a rum go! How would he get along without Felix? He turned his eyes to the locked drawer.
"Are you going to—do it?" he asked with difficulty.
"Do it?" Daniels raised his eyebrows in surprize, as he followed Garvin's gaze and caught his meaning. "Oh. Why, certainly. Did I not tell him I would? He's dead serious. And I'm—I'm curious! Of course I'll do it!"
A week passed, and in that time neither Garvin nor Daniels saw much of the man over whom they were so concerned. He was very busy, running here and there, and very secretive about what he was doing.
