or more. It had heart-beats but no heart. The
public gave it up. The public would long ago have given up J. Edward
O'Sullivan Addicks if he would have let them.

Illustration is better than explanation, and perhaps I can more
graphically set J. Edward O'Sullivan Addicks before my readers by a few
incidents which show his contradictory characteristics in action than by
verbal diagrams, however laborious.

Once upon a time Addicks, entering Delmonico's for dinner, stumbled on a
couple of newsboys at the entrance. One, broken-hearted, was being
consoled by the other. Addicks, observing the deep sobs, asked: "What's
the matter with you, bub?" The consoler explained that his chum had lost
$2, his day's earnings and capital, and "His mudder--his fadder's
dead--an' de baby'll git trun outter de tenement." Addicks, without more
ado, slipped the suffering young news-merchant a bill which his friends
supposed was $2 to replace the lost funds. As they were taking off their
coats in the hall, however, the little newsboy pushed his way in with:
"Say, boss, did yer mean ter guv me de twenty?" Addicks nodded a
good-natured assent, and his friends registered silently a white mark to
his score, and felt that, after all, somewhere beneath the surface he
was more of the right sort than they had given him credit for being.
After dinner, as they left, the newsboy again approached. "'Scuse me,
boss, but me chum 'd like ter t'ank yer too. I'm goin' ter give him a V
outter it." Addicks looked at the boy in his mildly cold way and said:
"Let me have that bill. I will change it for you." The boy gave it up,
and Addicks, after methodically placing it in his purse, handed him back
a $2 bill with: "That's what you lost, isn't it? And you" (to the
second little fellow, who by this time had mapped out visions of new
duds for the kids and a warm seat in the gallery of a Bowery theatre),
"you didn't lose anything, did you? Well, both of you run along now!"

His friends looked at each other, and from their slates wiped away the
white mark and replaced it with a deep, broad, black one. And yet
Addicks had made good the loss--done a good deed, but in an--Addicks
way. I should perhaps remark that J. Edward O'Sullivan Addicks has never
smoked, nor used a swear-word, nor taken liquor in any form.

During the Addicks gas campaign in Boston one of his lieutenants
demanded as his share of the deal a large amount of money, which he
claimed Addicks was withhol