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                            was simply that he couldn't open his mouth unless it was to make a
                            sales talk. He couldn't carry on an ordinary conversation because he
                            didn't know the first thing about anything that didn't have something
                            to do with insurance, or automobiles, or real estate. If somebody tried
                            to talk about politics  or maybe religion Harry would  look  irritated,
                            and  he  would  start  to  make  a  sales  talk.  He  even  asked  Simon
                            Gregory how old he was, and when Simon said that he was twenty-
                            two, Harry became very excited.
                                  "Listen, Simon," he said, "you are my cousin, and I want to do
                            you a favour. You haven't a day to lose if you intend to be financially
                            independent when you are sixty-five. I have just the policy you need.
                            Surely  you  can  afford  to  pay  six  dollars  and  twenty-seven  cents  a
                            month for the next forty-three years. You won't be able to go to the
                            cinema  often;  but  what  is  more  important,  to  see  a  few  foolish
                            moving pictures,  or  to be  independent when  you are sixty-five?"  it
                            almost made Simon bawl to hear Harry talking that way, sick as he
                            was.
                                  The doctor told Harry's folks that his only hope was to go to the
                            South for a year or two, but when they talked the matter over with
                            Harry, he got sore and said the doctor was trying to make him spend
                            his money. He said he was all right, just a cold in the chest, and he
                            told his folks to ask the doctor to stay away. "Get some other doctor,"
                            he said. "Why should I go to the south?"
                                  From time to time we would see Harry in town, talking rapidly
                            to someone, trying to sell something, but it would be for only a day or
                            two and then he would have to go back to bed. He kept this up for
                            about two years, and you ought to see the change that came over that
                            poor boy. It was really enough to make you feel rotten. To look at
                            him  you would think  he was the  loneliest person  on earth, and  the
                            thing that hurt most was the realization that if you tried to talk to him,
                            or tried to be friendly towards him, he would turn around and try to
                            sell you life insurance. That's what burned a man up. There he was
                            dying  on his  feet, and still wanting to sell  life  insurance to healthy
                            people. It was too sad not to be funny.
                                  Well,  one  day  (this  was  years  ago)  I  saw  Simon  Gregory  in
                            town, and he looked sick. I asked him what the trouble was, and he
                            said Harry had died and that he had been at the bedside at that time,
                            and now he was feeling rotten. The things Harry talked about. It was
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