is habbiness. He iss the slafe of
some richer man, some gompany, some gorporation, dat crindt him down
to the least he can lif on, and that rops him of the marchin of his
earnings that he knight pe habby on. Oh, you Amerigans, you haf cot it
down goldt, as you say! You ton't puy foters; you puy lechislatures and
goncressmen; you puy gourts; you puy gombetitors; you pay infentors
not to infent; you atfertise, and the gounting-room sees dat de
etitorial-room toesn't tink."

"Yes, we've got a little arrangement of that sort with March here," said
Fulkerson.

"Oh, I am sawry," said the old man, contritely, "I meant noting
bersonal. I ton't tink we are all cuilty or gorrubt, and efen among the
rich there are goodt men. But gabidal"--his passion rose again--"where
you find gabidal, millions of money that a man hass cot togeder in fife,
ten, twenty years, you findt the smell of tears and ploodt! Dat iss what
I say. And you cot to loog oudt for yourself when you meet a rich man
whether you meet an honest man."

"Well," said Fulkerson, "I wish I was a subject of suspicion with you,
Lindau. By-the-way," he added, "I understand that you think capital was
at the bottom of the veto of that pension of yours."

"What bension? What feto?"--The old man flamed up again. "No bension of
mine was efer fetoedt. I renounce my bension, begause I would sgorn to
dake money from a gofernment that I ton't peliefe in any more. Where you
hear that story?"

"Well, I don't know," said Fulkerson, rather embarrassed. "It's common
talk."

"It's a gommon lie, then! When the time gome dat dis iss a free gountry
again, then I dake a bension again for my woundts; but I would sdarfe
before I dake a bension now from a rebublic dat iss bought oap by
monobolies, and ron by drusts and gompines, and railroadts andt oil
gompanies."

"Look out, Lindau," said Fulkerson. "You bite yourself mit dat dog some
day." But when the old man, with a ferocious gesture of renunciation,
whirled out of the place, he added: "I guess I went a little too far
that time. I touched him on a sore place; I didn't mean to; I heard some
talk about his pension being vetoed from Miss Leighton." He addressed
these exculpations to March's grave face, and to the pitying deprecation
in the eyes of Conrad Dryfoos, whom Lindau's roaring wrath had summoned
to the door. "But I'll make it all right with him the next time he
comes. I didn't know he was loaded, or I wouldn't have monkeyed with