"Ah, dad burn it! To give that thing the right kind of start I'd walk up and down Broadway between two boards, with the title-page of Every Other Week facsimiled on one and my name and address on the--" He jumped to his feet and shouted, "March, I'll do it!" "What ?" "I'll hire a lot of fellows to make mud-turtles of themselves, and I'll have a lot of big facsimiles of the title-page, and I'll paint the town red!" March looked aghast at him.

"Oh, come, now, Fulkerson!" "I mean it.

I was in London when a new man had taken hold of the old Cornhill, and they were trying to boom it, and they had a procession of these mudturtles that reached from Charing Cross to Temple Bar.

Cornhill Magazine.Sixpence.Not a dull page in it.' I said to myself then that it was the livest thing I ever saw.

I respected the man that did that thing from the bottom of my heart.