And so Mr.
Dodge folded up the machine, placed it in his carpet-bag, and went out smiling as though he had been received with enthusiasm and been promised a gratuitous advertisement.

He passed the policeman on the stairs, and then sailed serenely out of reach, perhaps to seek for another and more sympathetic bald man upon whom to illustrate the value of his invention.
* * * * * Reference to the Indians reminds me of the very ungenerous treatment that Mr.Bartholomew, one of our citizens, received at the hands of certain red men with whom he trafficked in the West.
A year or two ago Mr.Bartholomew was out in Colorado for a few months, and just before he started for the journey home he wrote to his wife concerning the probable time of his arrival.

As a postscript to the letter he added the following message to his son, a boy about eight years old: "Tell Charley I am going to bring with me a dear little baby-bear that I bought from an Indian." Of course that information pleased Charley, and he directed most of his thoughts and his conversation to the subject of the bear during the next two weeks, wishing anxiously for his father to come with the little pet.

On the night which been fixed by Bartholomew for his arrival he did not come, and the family were very much disappointed.
Charley particularly was dreadfully sorry, because he couldn't get the bear.

On the next evening, while Mrs.Bartholomew and the children were sitting in the front room with the door open into the hall, they heard somebody running through the front yard.