These were all charged with Pinkerton's Thirteen Star, although from across the room it would have required an expert to distinguish them from the same number of bottles of Courvoisier.

I used to twit my friend with this resemblance, and propose a new edition of the pamphlet, with the title thus improved: _Why Drink French Brandy, when we give you the same labels ?_ The doors of the cabinet revolved all day upon their hinges; and if there entered any one who was a stranger to the merits of the brand, he departed laden with a bottle.

When I used to protest at this extravagance, "My dear Loudon," Pinkerton would cry, "you don't seem to catch on to business principles! The prime cost of the spirit is literally nothing.

I couldn't find a cheaper advertisement if I tried." Against the side post of the cabinet there leaned a gaudy umbrella, preserved there as a relic.

It appears that when Pinkerton was about to place Thirteen Star upon the market, the rainy season was at hand.