s ad if I
printed that article, and he pays cash."

"Mine too," said Eliph', "and I was just thinking of doubling it.
Jarby's deserves----"

"That's all right," said the editor, with a sigh of relief. "You needn't
have Miss Susan come begging me. Just tell her I gave up printing the
article because you said she wouldn't like it."

"Don't throw away a chance," urged Eliph' putting a hand on the young
man's arm. "Be wise. Do as Jarby's says. Be urged. I followed Jarby's
advice."

"Why are you--are you, too?" asked T. J., beaming upon him.

Eliph' coughed behind his hand.

"Yes," he said, "Miss Briggs. I followed Jarby's advice--and won."

"Congratulations!" said the editor. "Have it your own way then. I'll be
at Miss Sally's after supper, if Sue wants to coax."

They parted, and as Eliph' walked happily toward his boarding house
he did not realize that he had not won, nor that his appeal had been
rejected by Miss Sally, for he had regained his faith in Jarby's and if
he had not yet won, he felt that he would, and that was the same thing.

After his supper Eliph' felt that the time had come to arrange things
with Miss Sally. There was no longer any cause for delay. He had
arranged the matter of the fire-extinguishers; he had settled the matter
of the TIMES, and he felt that Skinner and the Colonel must have hurt by
their actions their causes with Miss Sally. They had, indeed, far more
than Eliph' guessed. He repaired to his room and brushed his whiskers
carefully. Never had he appeared smarter than when he went out of the
gateless opening in Doc Weaver's fence, and turned his face toward Miss
Sally's home.

His way led him pas the mayor's little car, where Stitz was on his
platform smoking and evening pipe. The mayor halted him with a motion of
his pipe stem.

"Mister Hewlitt," he said, "you know too that joke, yes? About those
lung-testers was not fire-extinguishers?"

"That's all right," said Eliph', seeking to pass on, "It is all fixed up
now. They ARE fire-extinguishers."

"Such a fool business on Skinner," said the mayor with enjoyment. "And
on Stitz, too. I thinks me I am the boss grafter, and I ain't!"

He chuckled.

"No-o!" he said cheerfully. "But next times I makes no more such fool
mistakes; I make me a real boss grafter. I am now only a boss-fool, but
boss grafter. So says Attorney Toole. Money is grafts, and houses and
lots is grafts, and horses is grafts, and buggies, but," and he paused
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