worked. Whether I should have found the same excellent service had
I not spoken pleasantly to him I, of course, cannot say, but I have
never been so well cared for elsewhere. The captious reader may ask
how anything so essentially worldly as a silver dollar ever crept into
Olympus. I can only say that one of the magic properties of the
garment I wore was that whatever I put my hand into my pocket for, I
got. As a travelled American, realizing the potency under similar
conditions of that heavy and ugly coin, I instinctively sought for it
in my pocket and it was there. I do not attempt to explain the process
of its getting there. It suffices to say that, as the guest of the
gods, my every wish was met with speedy attainment. I could not help
but marvel, too, at the appropriateness of everything. What better
than that the King of the Ethiopians should be head waiter to the
gods!

"Things are never dull here, sir," said Memnon, pocketing my dollar
and escorting me to my table. "We do not often have visitors like
yourself, however, and we are very glad to see you."

I sat down before a magnificent window which seemed to open out upon a
universe hitherto undreamed of.

"Do you wish the news, sir?" Memnon asked, respectfully.

"Yes," said I. "Ah--news from home, Memnon," I added.

"Political or merely family?" said he.

"Family," said I.

Memnon busied himself about the window and in a moment, gazing through
it, I had the pleasure of seeing my two boys eating their supper and
challenging each other to mortal combat over a delinquent strawberry
resting upon the tablecloth.

"Give me a little politics, Memnon," said I, as the elder boy thrashed
the younger, not getting the strawberry, however, which in a quick
moment, between blows, the younger managed to swallow. "They seem to
be about as usual at home."

And I was immediately made aware of the intentions of the
administration at Washington merely by looking through a window. There
were the President and his cabinet and--some others who assist in
making up the mind of the statesman.

"Now a dash of crime," said I.

"High or low?" asked Memnon, fingering the push-button alongside of
the window.

"The highest you've got," said I.

I shall not describe what I saw. It was not very horrible. It was
rather discouraging. It dealt wholly with the errors of what is known
as Society. It showed the mistakes of persons for whom I had acquired
a feeling of awe. It showed