ve dollars, neatly bound in cloth, one dollar down and one dollar a
month until paid."

He paused, and the lady looked at him with an amused smile.

"Of seven fifty, handsomely bound in morocco," he added. "So you see I
don't feel like I ought to impose. I know how I am. You take my mother
now. She hadn't seen me for eight years. I'd been traveling all over
these United States, carrying knowledge and culture into the homes
of the people at five dollars, easy payments, per home, and I got a
telegram saying, 'Come home. Mother very ill.'" He nodded his head
slowly. "Wonderful invention, the telegraph," he said. "It tells
all about it on page 562 of Jarby's 'Encyclopedia of Knowledge and
Compendium of Literature, Science and Art,'--who invented; when first
used; name of every city, town, village and station in the U.S. that
has a telegraph office; complete explanation of the telegraph system,
telling how words are carried over a slender wire, et cetery, et cetery.
This and ten thousand other useful facts in one volume, only five
dollars, bound in cloth. So when I got that telegram I took the train
for home. Look in the index under T. 'Train, Railway--see Railway.'
'Railway; when first operated; inventor of the locomotive engine;
railway accidents from 1892 to 1904, giving number of fatal accidents
per year, per month, per week, per day, and per miles; et cetery, et
cetery. Every subject known to man fully and interestingly treated, WITH
illustrations."

"I don't believe I care for a copy to-day," said the lady.

"No," said Eliph' Hewlitt, meekly. "I know it. Nor I don't want to sell
you one. I just mentioned it to show you that when you have a copy of
Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge you have an entire library in one
book, arranged and indexed by the greatest minds of the nineteenth and
twentieth centuries. One dollar down and one dollar a month until paid.
But--when I got home I found mother low--very low. When I went in she
was just able to look up and whisper, 'Eliph'?' 'Yes, mother,' I says.
'Is it really you at last?' she says. 'Yes, mother,' I says, 'it's me
at last, mother, and I couldn't get here sooner. I was out in Ohio,
carrying joy to countless homes and introducing to them Jarby's
Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science and Art.
It is a book, mother,' I says, 'suited for rich or poor, young or old.
No family is complete without it. Ten thousand and one subjects, all
indexed from A