the City front. A few hours after
her arrival, Presley, waiting at his club, received a despatch from
Cedarquist to the effect that she would clear early the next morning and
that he must be aboard of her before midnight.

He sent his trunks aboard and at once hurried to Cedarquist's office to
say good-bye. He found the manufacturer in excellent spirits.

"What do you think of Lyman Derrick now, Presley?" he said, when Presley
had sat down. "He's in the new politics with a vengeance, isn't he? And
our own dear Railroad openly acknowledges him as their candidate. You've
heard of his canvass."

"Yes, yes," answered Presley. "Well, he knows his business best."

But Cedarquist was full of another idea: his new venture--the organizing
of a line of clipper wheat ships for Pacific and Oriental trade--was
prospering.

"The 'Swanhilda' is the mother of the fleet, Pres. I had to buy HER, but
the keel of her sister ship will be laid by the time she discharges at
Calcutta. We'll carry our wheat into Asia yet. The Anglo-Saxon started
from there at the beginning of everything and it's manifest destiny that
he must circle the globe and fetch up where he began his march. You are
up with procession, Pres, going to India this way in a wheat ship that
flies American colours. By the way, do you know where the money is to
come from to build the sister ship of the 'Swanhilda'? From the sale
of the plant and scrap iron of the Atlas Works. Yes, I've given it up
definitely, that business. The people here would not back me up. But I'm
working off on this new line now. It may break me, but we'll try it on.
You know the 'Million Dollar Fair' was formally opened yesterday. There
is," he added with a wink, "a Midway Pleasance in connection with the
thing. Mrs. Cedarquist and our friend Hartrath 'got up a subscription'
to construct a figure of California--heroic size--out of dried apricots.
I assure you," he remarked With prodigious gravity, "it is a real work
of art and quite a 'feature' of the Fair. Well, good luck to you, Pres.
Write to me from Honolulu, and bon voyage. My respects to the hungry
Hindoo. Tell him 'we're coming, Father Abraham, a hundred thousand
more.' Tell the men of the East to look out for the men of the West. The
irrepressible Yank is knocking at the doors of their temples and he will
want to sell 'em carpet-sweepers for their harems and electric light
plants for their temple shrines. Good-bye to you."

"Good-bye, sir."