The Seattle Republican. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1???-1915, 1900-10-26

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Certainly she was not to be found il
Mrs. Crosby. For curiosity ha,
driven the tiny frOwns from he
forehead and she followed the agen
into the sitting room. 'Pll not de
tain you but a few minutes" sait
she, as she placed a small, blacl
satchel upon the table. Taking from
Its depths long, pink circular sh'
asked, 'Do you ever use any kind O
face salve or skin tonic?" Then
without waiting reply, she wen
on, Il have here salve that will d.
more in three nights than any othe
Will IN three weeks. Others may d.
good, but this is quicker and short
er route to the same results" q
never use anything save soap anC
water on my face" said Mrs. Crosby
NO? But you ought, my dear wo
man. Don't you kno what after one
reaches twenty the tissues in the face
begin to die and so need stimulating
This article | have here is Just the
thing to do it with. This piece OF
paper | hold in my hand costs one
dollar. If you have not got it you
can't get the paper, for on it is the
recipe, which will clean up any face
remove wrinkles, crows feet and
premature lines on the human
countenance-nothing battles it save
a tin face. Now, then, massaging is
the way you use it. You take a seat
and just dip the end of your fingers
INTO the salve, place your elbows on
table so, suiting her action to the
words, land massage your face so''-
and she punched first here and then
there on her face with seeming great
enjoyment. Il do this every night
of my life, said she, smiling sweetly
at Mrs Crosby. My, | don't think
| could find that much time every
night to spend in massaging my
face, remarked Mrs. Crosby. Tn
deed you could, my dear woman,
when once you saw the results of a
few nights treatment. There is
nothing like it, and we owe it to our
fellow men to look just as young as
we can, as long as we can. But if
you are going to be too lazy to use
1t, madam, take my advice, don't
buy it. Let some other woman who
wants to get rid Of her crows feet
have it. But let me show you the
touch, and she made such a sud
den leap over to where Mrs. Crosby
sat that that lady could not resist
a smile, even if her face was being
forcibly pinched, squeezed, patted
and punched. "You see, one can
not have glove for the face as for
the hand, and little wonder it is that
the tissue, always exposed to heat
and cold, sun or storm, harden and
make the face look Old" chirped the
rapid manipulation.
Let me tell you," she continued.
as she took seat in a rocker and
complacently began to sway to and
fro with a most homelike air, "of a
woman | met yesterday; she is quite
elderly, has a face full Of wrinkles.
took this recipe and sample box at
once, and thanked me, too, for bring
ing it to her. She said she was soon
to be married to rich Klondiker-
a young man at that. Just think of
it! And she wanted to clean her
face up. Now, | don't approve of
May and January marrying, but [
can vOuch for one thing, she will
marry with clean, healthy face if
she uses that salve" Then followed
many other experiences, laughable
and varied. "YOu seem to. get quite
bit Of enjoyment out of your bust
ness, finally remarked Mrs. Crosby.
Don't | though was the answer.
Human nature is a study-a revela-
ton. Why, the nine years [ spent
canvassing in Chicago would fill
books, and | would not erase the
memory Of them from my mind, not
for gold" And once again she be-
gan to pour forth the praises Of her
face salve. Mrs. Crosby had never
met her equal. True, during this
week Of trial, she had suffered from
daily visits from the life insurance
man, the machine agent had called
several times to convince her that
her machine was not up to date.
while the various stove polish men
had fall Of the stoves in the house
spotted in every conceivable degree
of black, and yet she had gotten rid
Of them all, but this woman with
her face tonic was utterly too much
for Mrs. Crosby.
"YOu can't imagine how soon
WHAT lew lines you nave on your face
would disappear, madam, under this
treatment. Won't you try it? Ny
word for it, you will never regret it, )"
urged the persuasive voice Of the
agent. Mrs. Crosby glanced at the
minutes to twelve.
She remembered that Mr.. Crosby was
a very patient man, almost an ideal
husband, yet he had one great weak
ness-he liked to have his luncheon
on time. Mrs. Crosby had to take
some final step, and that, too, in a
few moments.
When Mr.. Crosby had come home
and !, - In,