is at his work, and by a triumph of art I am enabled to show his
fine physique in action: now you see his arm uplifted,--and now the
hammer is on the iron. Up--down--up--down. [A voice: "There are two
right arms!"] That arises from some slight defect in the arrangement of
the light; the uplifted arm does not entirely vanish when the lowered
arm appears. But to the thoughtful observer, such slight contrasts only
heighten enjoyment.

"Ladies and gentlemen! A single word in closing. Our transcontinental
journey this evening ended at the Golden Gate. When life's journey ends,
may we not so pause, but, as the poet Judson Backus sweetly sings:--

'May we find an angel wait
To lead us through the "golden gate."'

"Meanwhile, adieu."

*****

David Prince and his wife walked slowly home in the clear, cold
moonlight.

"Did you notice," said Delia, "how the man kept saying that he didn't
know just what to pick out, to show? Well, I heard the Kelley boy, that
helped at the lamps, say that they showed every identical picture
there was. I suppose they are a lot of odds and ends he picked up at an
auction."

"I think he was a kind of a humbug," said Calvin Green, who, with his
wife, had come up close behind. "See how he kept dragging in his morals,
jes like overhauling a trawl and taking off a haddock, every once in so
often."

"What away to travel," said his wife; "to go ker-jump from New York City
to Niagara, and from there to Cleveland. He must have thought we had
long stilts."

"The pictures were rather here and there and everywhere, to be sure,",
said David; "but I have a good deal of charity for these men; I s'pose
they 're put to it for bread and butter."

"Well, I don't know," said Green; "I don't think it has a good influence
on young people to show such a picture as that man that they murdered by
slicing his head off with that machine. I don't like such things to be
brought up."

"I should think the opposite," said his wife, laughing, "by the way you
've told every man in town about David's money, and the way he blanched
when he missed it. I think you 'd better take a lesson yourself about
bringing up dreadful things."

When they reached Green's house, a low, black cottage, they stopped a
moment for the women to finish a discussion about croup.

"How did that look to you now, David?" said Green. "Did n't you think it
would have been a good deal better to have left that picture out?"

"Whic