s not sensitive, since the hair belonged to a wig. "So you became rich?" "I went to California without fifty dollars in my pocket," said the other complacently. "Now I can afford to wear this," and he pointed to the diamond. "Dear me! why, what a splendid diamond!" exclaimed Denton, as if he saw it for the first time. "It's a smasher, isn't it!" said the stout man proudly. "May I ask where you got it?" "I bought it of a poor cuss that drunk hisself to death. Gave

a thousand dollars for it!" "Why, it must be worth more!" said Denton almost involuntarily. "Of course 'tis. It's worth three thousand easy." And two thousand on top of that, thought Denton. He doesn't know the value of it. "How long have you had it?" he enquired. "Risin' six months." "It's a beautiful thing," said Denton. "Are you going to stop in Chicago, may I ask?" "Maybe I'll stop a day, but I guess not. I live in Vermont—that is, I was raised there. I'm goin' back to astonish the natives. When I left there I was a poor man, without money or credit. Then nobody noticed me. I guess they will now," and he slapped his pockets significantly. "Money makes the man," said Denton philosophically. "So it does, so it does!" answered the stranger. Then, with a loud laugh at his own wit, he added