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Show A PICTURE IN OIL (Contributed) He was a little man, feeble with age, halt with 'disease. Four miles away from the nearest postofHce he resided, and his means of transportation transpor-tation were limited. In fact, lie had none, save when he picked up a ride with some passerby. The weather was getting warm. The Rural Letter Carrier stopped at his mail box, deposited a letter and went his way. Down to the box trudged the little man and there he found a very official offic-ial looking letter with a very high sounding name printed in the corner of the'envelope. He trudged back to the house. Opening the letter he found a six page missive, the like of which has never yet filled the pages of the most fascinating literature. It told of milions1 to be made from just a pittance of an investment. Oil had been struck on the adjoining holdings. A gushar had come in there and was at that very moment roaring in flames as millions of dollars dol-lars in oil and gas were being consumed. con-sumed. Then the exciting fight to cap the burning, and what was taking tak-ing place on the land adjoining? Machinery was being rushed in. Drills were hammering away, and in a day or two another :big well would be added to the list of money makers mak-ers to those who took advantage of this opportunity to invest at only 5 a share. The party to whom the letter was addressed was one of only a few who had been selected to reap the rich harvest. He could get in on the ground floor. The time limit for selling stock had been set at midnight mid-night only a few days from the date of the letter. If he wanted to be rich, opportunity was knocking at his door. The little man folded the letter, slipped it back into its envelope. He had a few dollars. He had been working hard all his life. Here was his opportunity to rest easy in the declining years of his life. The time was short. He could not risk the mails. He must take advantage of this chance now. He made his away after reaching town to the telegraph office. There he hastily wrote a message to the oil company. He handed the operator a bill and in a few minutes, the oil well pro-motor pro-motor sitting in a fine office got a message with a check for cash. He smiled as he listed another victim, and the little man. jtrudged !ack home with dreams of a neat bank account ac-count soon, and the satisfaction that he too, shortly, would be listed with the countryside's well-to-do! |