I had longed to be a butterfly, and I was one at last.

I attended private parties in sumptuous evening dress, simpered and aired my graces like a born beau, and polkad and schottisched with a step peculiar to myself--and the kangaroo.

In a word, I kept the due state of a man worth a hundred thousand dollars (prospectively,) and likely to reach absolute affluence when that silver-mine sale should be ultimately achieved in the East.

I spent money with a free hand, and meantime watched the stock sales with an interested eye and looked to see what might happen in Nevada.
Something very important happened.

The property holders of Nevada voted against the State Constitution; but the folks who had nothing to lose were in the majority, and carried the measure over their heads.