he smiled
and said,

"Elegant, isn't it? Could pull a horse-car with it. I wish you'd come
to Washington with me and lend me your head, so's I can show the
Secretary of the Interior how the thing works. You have the best scalp
for a good hold of any I've tried yet."

But the reporter was at the speaking-tube calling for a boy to go for
a policeman, and he didn't seem to hear the suggestion. And so Mr.
Dodge folded up the machine, placed it in his carpet-bag, and went
out smiling as though he had been received with enthusiasm and been
promised a gratuitous advertisement. He passed the policeman on the
stairs, and then sailed serenely out of reach, perhaps to seek for
another and more sympathetic bald man upon whom to illustrate the
value of his invention.

* * * * *

Reference to the Indians reminds me of the very ungenerous treatment
that Mr. Bartholomew, one of our citizens, received at the hands of
certain red men with whom he trafficked in the West.

A year or two ago Mr. Bartholomew was out in Colorado for a few
months, and just before he started for the journey home he wrote to
his wife concerning the probable time of his arrival. As a postscript
to the letter he added the following message to his son, a boy about
eight years old:

"Tell Charley I am going to bring with me a dear little baby-bear that
I bought from an Indian."

Of course that information pleased Charley, and he directed most of
his thoughts and his conversation to the subject of the bear during
the next two weeks, wishing anxiously for his father to come with
the little pet. On the night which been fixed by Bartholomew for his
arrival he did not come, and the family were very much disappointed.
Charley particularly was dreadfully sorry, because he couldn't get the
bear. On the next evening, while Mrs. Bartholomew and the children
were sitting in the front room with the door open into the hall, they
heard somebody running through the front yard. Then the front door was
suddenly burst open, and a man dashed into the hall and up stairs at a
frightful speed. Mrs. Bartholomew was just about to go up after him to
ascertain who it was, when a large dark animal of some kind darted in
through the door and with an awful growl went bowling up stairs after
the man. It suddenly flashed upon the mind of Mrs. Bartholomew that
the man was her husband, and that that was the little baby-bear. Just
then the voice of Bartholom