ted author of the
deservedly famous poetical work, 'The wages of Sin.' Early in his career
our new citizen found himself overshadowed by the fame of his father,
and unwilling to succeed buy by and because of his own efforts, he
chose a NOM DE PLUME, which he has ever since used. This truly American
independence does him the greatest credit.

"Mr. Mills, or Eliph' Hewlitt, as he prefers to be known, is an old
schoolmate of James Wilkins, the prominent livery and hotel man of our
little burg. Again we welcome him to our midst."

This was headed, "Eliph' Hewlitt Now a Citizen of Kilo!" and it was all
the introduction the little book agent needed--except to Miss Sally.
When se read it she turned pale. A book agent living in the very town
was more than she could bear.

But there was another item of news that Eliph' left with T. J. that went
into the same issue of the TIMES. This stated that Mrs. Smith, of New
York, and Miss Susan Bell were visiting Miss Sally Briggs, and T. J. had
completed the slight information given him by Eliph' by a call at Miss
Sally's. It was after Eliph' had told T. J. that he meant to make his
home in Kilo that the enterprising editor suggested Doc Weaver's as a
good boarding place, and the little book agent was glad enough to settle
himself in a real home, for the Kilo Hotel was hardly more than an annex
to the liver, feed and sale stable part of Jim Wilkins' business, and
any man with half an eye could see that it was not, as a home for men,
to be compared to the comfort with the stable, as a home for horses. Jim
would have been the last man in Kilo to expect a visitor to remain in
the Kilo Hotel more than two days. Before the end of the day Eliph' had
arranged with Mrs. Doc Weaver for board and lodging, and had moved his
big valise to the little back room on the second floor, from the low
six-paned windows of which he could look out over the cornfield that
environed Kilo on that side.

At supper he met Doc Weaver himself, and found him, as Kilo pronounced
him, "a ready talker." Eliph' and Doc Weaver were sitting at the supper
table, earnestly engaged in conversation, while the doctor's wife
cleared away the dishes, and Eliph' was pouring out the knowledge he
had absorbed from Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium
of Literature, Science and Art. The doctor was having a mental feast.
Behind his spectacles his eyes glowed, and in exact ratio, as the
doctor's spirits rose, the frown on