“Dear Editor”: Slim read slowly. “I read your mag for six years and I think it is the best on the market.
I like stories by Peter Rand. I think he is a whingding. Give us more like the Dark Rider.
I don't write many letters. Just thought I would tell you I think your mag is the best dime's worth I ever spent.”
Slim looked up questioningly. “What you want me to read that for?” Whit said, “Go on. Read the name at the bottom.”
Slim read, “Yours for success, William Tenner.” He glanced up at Whit again.
“What you want me to read that for?” Whit closed the magazine impressively.
“Don't you remember Bill Tenner? Worked here about three months ago?”
Slim thought…. “Little guy?” he asked. “Drove a cultivator?”
“That's him,” Whit cried. “That's the guy! You think he's the guy wrote this letter?”
“I know it. Bill and me was in here one day. Bill had one of them books that just come.”
He was lookin' in it and he says, ‘I wrote a letter. Wonder if they put it in the book!’
But it wasn't there. Bill says, ‘Maybe they're savin' it for later.’ An' that's just what they done. There it is.”
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