Gentlemen, I thank you!" Carey sank in his chair and watched the Harvester cross the stage.

As he disappeared the tumult began, and it lasted until the president arose and brought him back to make another bow, and then they rioted until they wore themselves out.

In an immaculate dress suit the Harvester sat that night on the right of the gray-haired president and responded to the toast, "The Harvester of the Woods." Then the reporters carried him away to be photographed, and to show him the gay sights of New York.
In the train the next day, steadily speeding west, he said to Doctor Carey: "I feel as the old woman of Mother Goose who said, 'Lawk-a-mercy on us, can this be really I ?'" "You just bet it is!" cried the doctor.

"And you have cut out work for yourself in good shape." "What do you mean ?" "I mean that this is a beginning.

You will be called upon to speak again and again." "The point is, do you honestly think I helped any ?" "You did inestimable good.