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 under doorways or drop them in letter boxes."

"Maybe they won't read them," Bert observed dubiously. "Put something on the envelope that will catch their eyes," said Sam. He took a piece of paper from his pocket, thought a moment, and wrote:

"All women are shoppers," he stated, "and they all want to save money. This will get them."

The printing was delivered, and for six hours Bert opened gates and climbed porch steps with The Shoppers' Service first appeal. That day he discovered that there were more miles of highway in Springham than he had ever dreamed existed. Footsore and weary he came back to the store to find Bill Harrison and Dolf Muller waiting on the sidewalk.

"You're not starting a business, are you?" Bill demanded.

Bert, completely absorbed in his new occupation, had dropped away from his friends. "Who told you?" he wanted to know.

"Tom Woods. I was out there yesterday."

Bert did not answer at once. It was apparent that to these two, at least, he had stepped out of the ordinary groove of accepted fact and conduct, that he was a person apart, and he gloried in his