“Jones,” he said, “the way you are acting, the way you hesitate, would tell anybody that you have not a copy of Jarby's Encyclopedia of Knowledge and Compendium of Literature, Science and Art, in your office. No man who has read that book would lack wisdom, that work containing under one cover all the wisdom I the world, price five dollars, two dollars off to the press. Buy a copy and be sensible.”
Jones looked far down the street toward his office as if the matter he had there standing in the galley was begging him not to desert it.
“Courtship—How to Make Love—How to Win the Affections—How to Hold them When Won,” said Eliph'. “See Jarby's giving advice to those in love, those wishing to win the affections, et cetery. 'If the object of the affections can be placed in a position where she will be compelled to ask a favor, the granting of it, however slight, will advance the cause of the eager suitor.”
“I don't care!” said T. J. Jones suddenly. “I'd lose Skinner's ad if I printed that article, and he pays cash.”
“Mine too,” said Eliph', “and I was just thinking of doubling it. Jarby's deserves——”
“That's all right,” said the editor, with a sigh of relief. “You needn't have Miss Susan come begging me. Just tell her I gave up printing the article because you said she wouldn't like it.”
“Don't throw away a chance,” urged Eliph' putting a hand on the young man's arm. “Be wise. Do as Jarby's says. Be urged. I followed Jarby's advice.”
“Why are you—are you, too?” asked T. J., beaming upon him.
Eliph' coughed behind his hand.
“Yes,” he said, “Miss Briggs. I followed Jarby's advice—and won.”