We must see that he keeps going until he could never get back--" We all nodded to this.
"-- and another thing, the farther away from this town those letters are read,--why, the better for our reputations." A hundred dollars it was.

Purse and letters were turned over to Solon Denney to deliver to Potts.

The _Argus_ came out with its promised eulogy, a thing so fulsome that any human being but J.Rodney Potts would have sickened to read it of himself.
But our little town was elated.

One could observe that last day a subdued but confident gayety along its streets as citizens greeted one another.
On every hand were good fellowship and kind words, the light-hearted salute, the joyous mien.

It was an occasion that came near to being festal, and Solon Denney was its hero.