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that will make them beautiful and preserve and pickle them from evil spirits。 Tell 'em the Pittsburg banks are paying four per cent。 interest on deposits by mail； while this get…rich…frequently custodian of the public funds ain't even paying attention。 Keep telling 'em； Mac；' says I； 'to let the gold…dust family do their work。 Talk to 'em like a born anti…Bryanite；' says I。 'Remind 'em that Tom Watson's gone back to Georgia；' says I。
〃McClintock waves his hand affectionately at one of his mules； and then hurls a few stickfuls of minion type at the mob of shoppers。
〃A gutta…percha Indian man； with a lady hanging on his arm； with three strings of my fish…scale jewelry and imitation marble beads around her neck； stands up on a block of stone and makes a talk that sounds like a man shaking dice in a box to fill aces and sixes。
〃'He says；' says McClintock； 'that the people not know that gold…dust will buy their things。 The women very mad。 The Grand Yacuma tell them it no good but for keep to make bad spirits keep away。'
〃'You can't keep bad spirits away from money；' says I。
〃'They say；' goes on McClintock； 'the Yacuma fool them。 They raise plenty row。'
〃'Going！ Going！' says I。 'Gold…dust or cash takes the entire stock。 The dust weighed before you； and taken at sixteen dollars the ounce the highest price on the Gaudymala coast。'
〃Then the crowd disperses all of a sudden； and I don't know what's up。 Mac and me packs away the hand…mirrors and jewelry they had handed back to us； and we had the mules back to the corral they had set apart for our garage。
〃While we was there we hear great noises of shouting； and down across the plaza runs Patrick Shane； hotfoot； with his clothes ripped half off； and scratches on his face like a cat had fought him hard for every one of its lives。
〃'They're looting the treasury； W。 D。；' he sings out。 'They're going to kill me and you； too。 Unlimber a couple of mules at once。 We'll have to make a get…away in a couple of minutes。'
〃'They've found out；' says I；' the truth about the law of supply and demand。'
〃'It's the women； mostly；' says the King。 'And they used to admire me so！'
〃'They hadn't seen looking…glasses then；' says I。
〃'They've got knives and hatchets；' says Shane； 'hurry ！'
〃'Take that roan mule；' says I。 'You and your law of supply！ I'll ride the dun； for he's two knots per hour the faster。 The roan has a stiff knee； but he may make it；' says I。 'If you'd included reciprocity in your political platform I might have given you the dun；' says I。
〃Shane and McClintock and me mounted our mules and rode across the rawhide bridge just as the Peches reached the other side and began firing stones and long knives at us。 We cut the thongs that held up our end of the bridge and headed for the coast。〃
A tall； bulky policeman came into Finch's shop at that moment and leaned an elbow on the showcase。 Finch nodded at him friendly。
〃I heard down at Casey's；〃 said the cop； in rumbling； husky tones； 〃that there was going to be a picnic of the Hat…Cleaners' Union over at Bergen Beach； Sunday。 Is that right？〃
〃Sure；〃 said Finch。 〃There'll be a dandy time。〃
〃Gimme five tickets；〃 said the cop； throwing a five…dollar bill on the showcase。
〃Why；'' said Finch； 〃ain't you going it a little too〃
〃Go to h！〃 said the cop。 〃You got 'em to sell； ain't you？ Somebody's got to buy 'em。 Wish I could go along。〃
I was glad to See Finch so well thought of in his neighborhood。
And then in came a wee girl of seven； with dirty face and pure blue eyes and a smutched and insufficient dress。
〃Mamma says；〃 she recited shrilly； 〃that you must give me eighty cents for the grocer and nineteen for the milkman and five cents for me to buy hokey…pokey withbut she didn't say that；〃 the elf concluded； with a hopeful but honest grin。
Finch shelled out the money； counting it twice； but I noticed that the total sum that the small girl received was one dollar and four cents。
〃That's the right kind of a law；〃 remarked Finch； as he carefully broke some of the stitches of my hatband so that it would assuredly come off within a few days〃the law of supply and demand。 But they've both got to work together。 I'll bet；〃 he went on； with his dry smile； 〃she'll get jelly beans with that nickelshe likes 'em。 What's supply if there's no demand for it？〃
〃What ever became of the King？〃 I asked； curiously。 ''Oh； I might have told you；〃 said Finch。 〃That was Shane came in and bought the tickets。 He came back with me； and he's on the force now。〃
BURIED TREASURE
There are many kinds of fools。 Now； will everybody please sit still until they are called upon specifically to rise？
I had been every kind of fool except one。 I had expended my patrimony； pretended my matrimony； played poker； lawn…tennis； and bucket…shopsparted soon with my money in many ways。 But there remained one rule of the wearer of cap and bells that I had not played。 That was the Seeker after Buried Treasure。 To few does the delectable furor come。 But of all the would…be followers in the hoof… prints of King Midas none has found a pursuit so rich in pleasurable promise。
But； going back from my theme a whileas lame pens must doI was a fool of the sentimental soft。 I saw May Martha Mangum； and was hers。 She was eighteen； the color of the white ivory keys of a new piano； beautiful； and possessed by the exquisite solemnity and pathetic witchery of an unsophisticated angel doomed to live in a small； dull； Texas prairie…town。 She had a spirit and charm that could have enabled her to pluck rubies like raspberries from the crown of Belgium or any other sporty kingdom； but she did not know it； and I did not paint the picture for her。
You see； I wanted May Martha Mangum for to have and to hold。 I wanted her to abide with me； and put my slippers and pipe away every day in places where they cannot be found of evenings。
May Martha's father was a man hidden behind whiskers and spectacles。 He lived for bugs and butterflies and all insects that fly or crawl or buzz or get down your back or in the butter。 He was an etymologist； or words to that effect。 He spent his life seining the air for flying fish of the June…bug order； and then sticking pins through 'em and calling 'em names。
He and May Martha were the whole family。 He prized her highly as a fine specimen of the racibus humanus because she saw that he had food at times； and put his clothes on right side before； and kept his alcohol…bottles filled。 Scientists； they say； are apt to be absent… minded。
There was another besides myself who thought May Martha Mangum one to be desired。 That was Goodloe Banks； a young man just home from college。 He had all the attainments to be found in booksLatin； Greek； philosophy； and especially the higher branches of mathematics and logic。
If it hadn't been for his habit of pouring out this information and learning on every one that he addressed； I'd have liked him pretty well。 But； even as it was； he and I were； you would have thought； great pals。
We got together every time we could because each of us wanted to pump the other for whatever straws we could to find which way the wind blew from the heart of May Martha Mangumrather a mixed metaphor； Goodloe Banks would never have been guilty of that。 That is the way of rivals。
You might say that Goodloe ran to books； manners； culture； rowing； intellect； and clothes。 I would have put you in mind more of baseball and Friday…night debating societiesby way of cultureand maybe of a good horseback rider。
But in our talks together； and in our visits and conversation with May Martha； neither Goodloe Banks nor I could find out which one of us she preferred。 May Martha was a natural…born non…committal； and knew in her cradle how to keep people guessing。
As I said； old man Mangum was absentminded。 After a long time he found out one daya little butterfly must have told him…that two young men were trying to throw a net over the head of the young person； a daughter； or some such technical appendage； who looked after his comforts。
I never knew scientists could rise to such occasions。 Old Mangum orally labelled and classified Goodloe and myself easily among the lowest orders of the vertebrates； and in English； too； without going any further into Latin than the simple references to Orgetorix； Rex Helvetiiwhich is as far as I ever went； myself。 And he told us that if he ever caught us around his house again he would add us to his collection。
Goodloe Banks and I remained away five days； expecting the storm to subside。 When we dared to call at the house again May Martha Mangum and her father were gone。 Gone！ The house they had rented was closed。 Their little store of goods and chattels was gone also。
And not a word of farewell to either of us from May Marthanot a white； fluttering note pinned to the hawthorn…bush； not a chalk…mark on the gate…post nor a post…card in the post…office to give us a clew。
For two months Goodloe Banks and Iseparatelytried every scheme we could think of to track the runaways。 We used our friend