ng doing. A
year went by. I was back in the office and prospering in all ways--even
getting a bit fat. And then Steve arrived. He didn't look me up. I read
his name in the steamer list, and wondered why. But I didn't wonder
long. I got up one morning and found that Spot chained to the gate-post
and holding up the milkman. Steve went north to Seattle, I learned, that
very morning. I didn't put on any more weight. My wife made me buy him a
collar and tag, and within an hour he showed his gratitude by killing
her pet Persian cat. There is no getting rid of that Spot. He will be
with me until I die, for he'll never die. My appetite is not so good
since he arrived, and my wife says I am looking peaked. Last night that
Spot got into Mr. Harvey's hen house (Harvey is my next door neighbor)
and killed nineteen of his fancy-bred chickens. I shall have to pay for
them. My neighbors on the other side quarreled with my wife and then
moved out. Spot was the cause of it. And that is why I am disappointed
in Stephen Mackaye. I had no idea he was so mean a man.

FOOTNOTE:

[6] From _Lost Face_. Copyright, 1910, by the Macmillan Company.
Reprinted by special permission of the publisher.

[Illustration]

VII.--When Lincoln Licked a Bully[7]

_By Irving Bacheller_

_In "A Man For the Ages" Irving Bacheller tells
the story of Abraham Lincoln's life and career in
the form of a novel. He represents that the book
is written by the grandson of one Samson Traylor,
who is presented as a friend of Lincoln's. The
story that follows is an abbreviation of the
account of the journey of Samson Traylor and his
wife and two children and their dog, Sambo, in
1831, from Vergennes, Vermont, to the Illinois
country; and the part "Abe" Lincoln, a clerk in
Denton Offut's store at New Salem, had in building
a log cabin for them upon their arrival there; and
concludes by telling how Lincoln licked a
bully._--THE EDITOR.

IN the early summer of 1831 Samson Traylor and his wife, Sarah, and two
children left their old home near the village of Vergennes, Vermont, and
began their travels toward the setting sun with four chairs, a bread
board and rolling-pin, a feather bed and blankets, a small
looking-glass, a skillet, an ax, a pack basket with a pad of sole
leather on the same, a water pail, a box of di