and the banker, and the manufacturer. It was the banker who began to comment on what I said, and he seemed to be in the frank humor of the Saturday night before. "Yes," he said, "it's a hard life, and they have to look sharp, if they expect to make both ends meet. I would not like to undertake it myself, with their resources."
The professor smiled, in asking the Altrurian: "Did your agricultural friends tell you anything of the little rural traffic in votes that they carry on about election time? That is one of the side means they have of making both ends meet."
"I don't understand," said the Altrurian.
"Why, you know that you can buy votes among our virtuous yeoman, from two dollars up, at the ordinary elections. When party feeling runs high, and there are vital questions at stake, the votes cost more."
The Altrurian looked round at us all, aghast: "Do you mean that Americans buy votes?"
The professor smiled again. "Oh, no; I only mean that they sell them. Well, I don't wonder that they rather prefer to blink the fact; but it is a fact, nevertheless, and pretty notorious."
"Good heavens!" cried the Altrurian. "And
