A man with a loose mouth and a low mind drags the women of his acquaintance through whatever mire he sinks in; but you couldn't tell, David, not even about a dream woman.

Come again soon! You are my elixir of life, lad! I revel in the atmosphere you bring.

Wish me success now, I am going to a difficult, delicate operation." "I do!" cried the Harvester heartily.

"I do! But you can't fail.

You never have and that proves you cannot! Good-bye!" Down the street went the Harvester, passing over city pave with his free, swinging stride, his head high, his face flushed with vivid outdoor tints, going somewhere to do something worth while, the impression always left behind him.