Then a door was opened in the rear, and lo, I beheld a series of rooms filled with baubles of every conceivable kind, enough to satisfy all who came for such lightsome things. One of extraordinary beauty was next offered. “What do I hear for it?” lustily shouted the auctioneer.
The whole host bent forward eagerly to get a nearer view of the new attraction.
“I’ll give one hour of time!” said an aged man.
“An hour of time is bid, an hour of time! Who’ll give more?”
“I’ll give one day!” joyously bid a thoughtless youth. He received it, and walked off in high glee.
“Here is another! A novelty just out!” boldly cried the auctioneer.
How anxiously all stepped forward, each one wishing to scrutinize the latest kind of pleasure offered.
The highest bidder was a restless youth who offered his all for the coveted prize.
Miss Church-Member was but little interested in these proceedings and urged her companion to the next auction-stand where certain rights and privileges were sold.
On the stand stood a glib-tongued fellow who announced that he would first offer for sale the _Right to Sell Intoxicating Drink_. “How much do I hear?” shouted the auctioneer as the cosmopolitan crowd looked on.