to Z, including an appendix of the Spanish War brought
down to the last moment, and maps of Europe, Asia, Africa, North and
South America and Australia. This book, mother,' I says, 'is a gold mine
of information for the young, and a solace for the old. Pages 201 to 263
filled with quotations from the world's great poets, making select and
helpful reading for the fireside lamp. Pages 463 to 468, dying sayings
of famous men and women. A book,' I says, 'that teaches us how to live
and how to die. All the wisdom of the world in one volume, five dollars,
neatly bound in cloth, one dollar down and one dollar a month until
paid.' Mother looked up at me and says, 'Eliph', put me down for one
copy.' So I did. I hope I may do the same for you."

The lady was about to speak, but Eliph' Hewlitt held up his hand
warningly.

"No," he said. "I beg your pardon. I didn't MEAN to say that. I couldn't
think of taking your order. I didn't mean to ask it any more than I
meant to ask mother. It's habit, and that's what I'm afraid of. I'd
better not intrude."

The lady evidently did not agree with him. He amused her because he was
what she called a "type," and she was always on the lookout for "types."
She urged him to join the picnic, and said he could try not to talk
books, and reminded him that no one could do more than try. He climbed
the fence with a reluctance that was the more noticeable because his
climbing was retarded by the oilcloth-covered parcel he held beneath
his arm. The lady smiled as she noticed that he had not feared his
soliciting habits sufficiently to leave the book in the buggy, and she
made a mental note of this to be used in the story she meant to write
about this book-agent type.

"My name is Smith," she told him, as she tripped lightly toward the
group about the lunch baskets.

Eliph' Hewlitt was a small man and his movements were short and jerky.
He drew his hand over his red whiskers and coughed gently when she
mentioned her name, and as she hurried on before him he looked at her
tall, straight figure; noticed the stylish mode of her simple summer
gown, and caught a glimpse of low, white shoes and neat ankles covered
by delicately woven silk.

"Courtship--How to Make Love--How to Win the Affections--How to Hold
Them When Won," he meditated. "Lovely, but she will not suit. She is an
encyclopedia of knowledge and compendium of literature, science and art,
but she is not the edition I can afford. She is gilt-e