It contains a fact for every day in the year, for every moment of life, any one of which is worth the price of the book many times over.

This book," he said--and then his eyes, which had been gazing far into the sky over Miss Sally's house, returned to the eyes of Mrs.Smith--"I am going to sell Mr.Skinner a copy of this book." In spite of her disappointment in him, Mrs.Smith, the authoress, felt a thrill of pleasure in the discovery of such an admirable type--a book agent who could see in the midst of love, courtship, conspiracy and trouble only his book and a chance to sell it.

But she was deeply disappointed.
"Then you desert Miss Sally," she repeated sadly.
"Mrs.Smith." Said Eliph', reaching into his pocket and laying a handful of thick greasy manila envelopes in her lap, "these are my bank books.

Six, containing the sum of seventeen thousand four hundred and eighty-two dollars and forty-six cents, and all this I lay at Miss Sally's feet if I do not succeed in selling a copy of Jarby's Encyclopedia this afternoon.

If sold, the matter is settled." When Eliph' reached the business part of Main Street he turned into Skinner's butcher shop and halted at the counter.