After I had petted it, and played with it, and caressed it, and enjoyed it a couple of hours, the light happened to fall upon it at a new angle, and revealed to me a cunning new detail; with the light just right, certain delicate shadings of the grass-blades and rush-stems wove themselves into a monogram--mine! You can see that that jewel was a work of art.

And when you come to consider the intrinsic value of it, you must concede that it is not every literary club that could afford a badge like that.

It was easily worth $75, in the opinion of Messrs.

Marcus and Ward of New York.

They said they could not duplicate it for that and make a profit.