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t Will Really Use: To the man who carries his cigar- ettes crumpled in a paper package, a Fillkwik Cigarette Case will be a prized and useful gift. Ten cigar- ettes, always fresh and uncrushed, stand invitingly upright in an auto- matic grooved rack—handy to get at when the case snaps open. In many handsome designs of Sterling Silver and other metals in- cluding solid gold y, richly engraved, beautifully finished, priced from $3 to $25 at jewelers and the better stores, Ladies’ Fillkecik Cigarette Cases—$5 upward. FILLKWIK COMPANY, Attleboro, Mass, U.S.A. cup-stopper. Also Strap Cigare! Compacts and Vanities Clark’s Famous Cruises By CUNARD-ANCHOR new oil burners at rates including hotels, guides, drives and fees. 121 days, $1250 to $2900 ROUND THE WORLD s. s. California” s: ig Jan. 19 7TH CRUISE: 19 DAYS JAPAN-CHINA, OPTION 17 DAYS INDIA; PALESTINE AND GREECE; also includes Hava ma Canal, Los Angeles, Hilo, Honolulu, ila, Java, "Burma, Ceylon, Egypt, Italy and the Riviera. Europe stop-overs. 62 days, $600 to $1700 MEDITERRANEAN ‘Transylvani: ailing Jan. 29 23RD CRUISE: SPAIN (Madrid-Cordova- Granada) 15 DAYS PALESTINE AND EGYPT; also includes Madeira, Lisbon, Tunis, “Carthage, - Athens, Constantinople, Italy ‘and the Riviera. Europe stop-overs. FRANK C. CLARK Times Building, New York “But you advertised a bed rtainly. This is it.” “Well, [see the bed, but where's the sitting-room?” —Lonaon Opinion Theb’s Cherished Letter WE were sitting in the library when I told Theb of my ap- proaching marriage. A fire crackled in the grate as the summer night had turned chill nd my friend's eyebrow cocked peculiarly. “Indeed,” he drawled. “Have a brandy.” There was something in Theb’s tone that irritated me. I had a brandy, however, and took a deep pull at my pi “IT once met a real woman,” he jerked out. “A real woman. She loved me. They all do. Her love was worth having—pure gold, hall- marked, stamped on every link. Not like these modern creatures who love a man a little and his cash a lot. “It was twenty years ago when I met Martha. A little slim thing, all blue eyes and hair black as a crow— or a raven, isn’t it? She came to teach me the piano. Sweet, demure . «+ Bless her.” Theb stopped to light a pipe. “Well?” I prompted. “Treated her badly,” grunted Theb, his face clouding. “She was mine for the asking. I. . . Tlet her down. Listen. “Martha used to come twice weekly to tutor me at the piano. We used to hold each other’s hands and speak with our eyes, while I gave the keys an occasional jab to deceive the old man working in his study. It took me a long time before I could per- suade him to allow me to have the lessons. Told me I was wasting my money. Anyway, I prevailed, and Martha came twice weekly. Days of ‘itting-room.” heavenly bliss, man. I dream of ‘em now. I didn’t marry Martha. No; — | but Tl always remain true to her. I feel T couldn't ever think of any other woman when I have the mem- ory of my Martha’s beautiful disposi- tion and utter selflessness. “I knew Martha cared. She was wild about me. Women always are, for that matter. But Martha's was a worth-while love. “T wrote to her and told her that I wasn't rich as everyone thought. I told her I was poor as a spider in a church poor box, and that I'd a mere seven-fifty per annum to offer her. I told her I offered that $750, and what to her would be the biggest treasure—myself. ‘Write per return, my love,’ I instructed her, ‘and thus show me just all that you feel for — | me... think of me... want of me. If you are afraid to share — | poverty for some years, do not reply. Do not write pouring out that love which I know is mine, and which the realization of poverty where you riches existed, cannot af- Theb stopped and breathed ex- ultantly. “I knew that she would not fail. She loved me for myself. They all love me, but Martha’s was a worth- while love. Nothing mercenary about “The boss is away fortifi- cation.” 24 comicbooks.com