f each eye had fitted a tiny electric
light, such as you've probably seen attached to a button-hole bouquet,
only they were smaller, of course. I noticed when his tail went up the
lights were turned on and they blazed like he had gone mad, but when his
tail went down it cut off the lights like you've seen 'em shut off in a
trolley car when the pole falls--same principle, I guess, somehow. It
all kind of puzzled me for a time, till I got to thinking about it."

"Nonsense! Where did the electricity come from?" asked a man who
doubted.

"Electricity? A cat's full of electricity. Everybody knows that, and
those Stevens students simply connected it up to run two lights with a
cut-out at the back. Of course, when the cat died the natural
electricity gave out, and so I had him connected with the company's
wires and the tail fixed to run by works run by the current, to make 'em
blaze and shut off and seem just as old Jerry used to. He was a great
comfort to me with those eyes, and I think they helped him to see as
well as feel, for he didn't rub any more, but flashed his eyes when he
was inquisitive and wanted to save steps.

"But it killed him. Modern improvements on a cat brought up to going it
blind in Hoboken were too much. A man got the delirium tremblings
looking at Jerry one night and kicked him nine mortal blows before he
could get his tail up."

"Well," said Mr. Tescheron, "those Stevens students must be wonders. I
never supposed there was any good thing came out of Hoboken."

"The town suits me all right," replied Mr. Stuffer. "There's many a good
thing passes through here." He winked at Emil.

"There ain't nothing a Stevens student can't do--nothing calling for
brains," said Mr. Stuffer. "They get chock full of mathematics up there,
so's they can engineer anything from a turbine plant to a pin where it's
most needed, or a marriage factory. Anything that calls for brains is
right in their line. If I ever get into any kind of trouble at all I'll
get a Stevens engineer to rig me up some kind of a derrick to pull me
out of it."

At his leisure, Mr. Tescheron now marvels at the great ability of
Stevens men. He feels that he is a competent judge.

It was evident that the Stevens students who crowded the Stuffer House
had duly impressed the present proprietor with their ability to overcome
every obstacle in life's path with special machinery to fit each case.

"Why, one of those students told me some years ago," c