expand an umbrella with the other.

Thereat the Angel of Compassion did most shamelessly and wickedly
laugh.



The City of Political Distinction



JAMRACH the Rich, being anxious to reach the City of Political
Distinction before nightfall, arrived at a fork of the road and was
undecided which branch to follow; so he consulted a Wise-Looking
Person who sat by the wayside.

"Take THAT road," said the Wise-Looking Person, pointing it out;
"it is known as the Political Highway."

"Thank you," said Jamrach, and was about to proceed.

"About how much do you thank me?" was the reply. "Do you suppose I
am here for my health?"

As Jamrach had not become rich by stupidity, he handed something to
his guide and hastened on, and soon came to a toll-gate kept by a
Benevolent Gentleman, to whom he gave something, and was suffered
to pass. A little farther along he came to a bridge across an
imaginary stream, where a Civil Engineer (who had built the bridge)
demanded something for interest on his investment, and it was