the other papers in a bundle for future reference. "There is too much virtue in the press, I am afraid," said the Devil; "the Picayune is the only paper which suits me."
The police stations were next visited; and the Devil smiled a ghastly smile. "I have no fault to find with the police," he said; "and that reminds me that my own police force below is getting disorganized. I'll have to recruit in New Orleans."
An examination of the records in the Auditor's office tickled him, until he exploded in an abysmal laugh — a series of bass notes singularly like the famous laugh of Mephistopheles in Faust. "Why, this system is almost as good as Radicalism," he said. "Forty-five thousand dollars for running an Auditor's office!"
He next read the order of the Mayor to the colored churches, and nodded his head
