The Fountain of Youth Page #5

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But try to think of

your overhead smash!

What's wrong with my overhead smash?

Are you trying to tell

me it's not holding up?

Its wonderful how it holds

up, everyone says so.

But you'd be against that

awful boy from California

in August, you know.

I can take over that pipsqueak

without any monkey glands.

And I must say I'm rather

surprised you think I can't!

I don't think you can't! But...

darling you are six

years older than I am.

The men get then years

at least, on a woman.

- Not every woman.

- Every woman.

I think you look of fly

distinguished with grey hair.

I can't imagine you with grey hair.

Oh, and I couldn't bare to

see you get old and ugly.

I'd rather with me.

Oh no, honey!

But you would still love me, even

if I did get old, wouldn't you?

Or would you?

Caroline, you know I would.

I know you wouldn't.

But I would you.

If that's what you think

you better take it yourself.

Go on, let me get old.

Why would Humphrey never

give us the right stuff!

- Let's pour it down the sink.

- Are you crazy!

The only bottle in the whole world?

What Baxter said,

a man died for what's in that bottle.

I guess he would be off, if he

heard we've throwed it away.

After all... it's a wedding present.

So they left Humphrey's little

bottle on the mantel piece.

which is an excellent place

for a wedding present to be.

And the wonderful life of

this wonderful couple went on.

Caroline became more and more

excited in the beauty parlor

and it was pathetic to see Allan

hover in front of the mirror

as if deciding, that was

only a sun bleached hair

on his temple, not a grey one.

She watched him, in the mirror.

And he saw her watching him.

- What is it? -Hm?

What's the matter?

- I was just looking at you.

- You're staring.

Oh my goodness!

Most men if they found being gazed at

would think they've

died and gone to heaven.

You're not gazing at me with

love, you're, you're examining me

for enlarged pores and wrinkles

and sagging tissues.

I've got a good mind and take

this stuff and swallow it down.

- Right now! -Yes, it's just

the sort of thing you'd do!

Things went on like this until the

last day of the tennis tournament.

When Dorian Cody the boy

wonder from California

who played into a standstill

until they walked up and Cody

put his hand on his shoulder,

the hand of the victorious

is a heavy load to carry.

That night,

in spite of his aching weariness,

Brody lay awake long after

Caroline was sound asleep.

He ghostly got up and crept,

with infinite caution

into the living room

where, I'm sad to say,

he drank the contents

in Humphrey's bottle.

The scientist may better do

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