It was an unjust World.
Brushing away the salty Tears, he would leap seven feet into the Air
and spear a passing Dollar.

By the time he had the Million necessary for the support of a suitable
and well-recommended Lady, he was too busy to go chasing and too foxy
to split his Pile with a rank Outsider.

His Motor-Car squawked at the Sparrow Cops when they waved their Arms.

The engineer who pulled the Private Car always had his Orders to hit it
up.

Sometimes the Private Secretary would drop out from Exhaustion, but the
Human Dynamo never slowed up. He would shout his General Orders into
the Cylinder of a Talking Machine.

He reposed at Night with a Ticker on his Bosom and a Receiver at his
Ear.

When he finally flew the Track and blew out the Carburetor, they had
to use a Net to get him under Control so that he could be carted away
to the Hospital.

Then the Trained Nurse had to practice all the Trick Holds known to
Frank Gotch to keep him from arising to resume the grim Battle against
his Enemies on the Board.

He fluttered long before calming down, but finally they got him all
spread out and as nice a Patient as one could wish to see.

When he was too weak to start anything, Doc sat down and cheered him
along by telling what Precautions should have been taken, along about
1880.

"And now, I have some News for you," said the Practitioner, holding in
his Grief so well that no one could notice it. "You are going away
from here. Owing to the total absence of many Organs commonly regarded
as essential, it will be impossible for you to go back to the Desk and
duplicate any of your notable Stunts. No doubt we shall be able to
engage Six Men of Presentable Appearance to act as Pall-Bearers. It
is our purpose to proceed to the Cemetery by Automobile so as not to
impede Traffic on any of the Surface Lines in which you are so heavily
interested. I congratulate you on getting so far along before being
tripped up, and I am wondering if you have a Final Request to make."

"Just one," replied the Great Man, "I'd like to have you or somebody
else tell me what it's all been about."

The only remaining Fact to be chronicled is that the original Dollar,
picked up on the Circus Lot, was found among the Effects.

A Nephew, whom Alexander Campbell Purvis never had seen, took the
Dollar and with it purchased two Packs of Egyptian Cigaroots, Regal
size, with Gold Tips.

MORAL: A pinch of Change, carefully put by, al