Under his skillful hands the dry subject became really interesting, embellished with a wealth of illustration and anecdote.

He was still deep in his exposition, when, beyond Scranton, a hand was laid on his arm.

A dapper, little, dark man, with twinkling, black eyes and pointed black beard, stood in the aisle.
"Well, Mitchell!" he said, with an affectionate pat.

"Still riding your hobby ?" The fat man jumped up, beaming.

"Loring! by all that's holy! Let me make you acquainted with my friend.