“Yes; blued and plated. Regular price, $5. I'll make you special price if you want any.” “What will you do?” They cost us $4.50 at the factory; I quoted $4.75. “Great Caesar! You are high!” “Yes? Well, it is the best I can do.” “Make it $4.50 and we will take twelve.” “No, sir; it can't be done. But I am afraid there is no use in my trying to sell you. If you can get them at $4.50 you can buy as low as we can.” “Well, send me a dozen.” I entered the order. Was there anything else? “What is the best you will do on bull-dogs?” “$2.80 is bottom; but you say you have ordered them?” “Oh, that is one of Tom's lies; you may send us 50.” We went through the list, and the old man gave me a very nice order; then followed me to the door with his arm in mine, and sent me off as if he was bidding good-by to a son. I forgave him all his lies, and feel kindly toward him to this day. I ran into a hardware store with my samples of cutlery, hoping to do something in a line where Blissam could not meet me, but the first man I saw was Blissam, leaning over the show-case, as if entirely at home, and in full possession of the stock. He introduced me to Mr. Thompson as if we had been traveling companions for life, but added to me, “Thompson does not do much in our line, except caps and cartridges, and I've just fixed him up.” I felt like taking him by the nape of the neck and dropping him down the sewer, but I turned to Mr. Thompson and talked cutlery. I told him I had a line of No. 1 goods at low prices, every blade warranted, and put up in extra nice style for retailers. “Whose make?” he asked. “Northington's; but made especially for our house, and with our brand. We are making a specialty of a few patterns, and intend to make it an object to the retailer to handle them and stick to them.” “You can't touch me on those goods,” said Thompson; “I've handled them and had trouble with them. I am now handling nothing but the New York. I don't know that they're better than any other, but Tom Bradley dropped in here one day, and I had to give him an order, and I've not been able to leave him ever since.” “Does he come often?” “No, about once in two years or so, but he's business from the ground up. I like him and like his goods, and I don't want to change.” I took out my samples more for the purpose of posting myself than with hopes of selling him, and where my patterns were like those in his stock he passed mine over without a word, but I saw that two patterns of mine pleased him. They were even-enders, 3 1/2 in. brass lined, and cost us $3.85. We had been getting, in half dozen lots, $4.80, but I felt that I was in a dangerous place, and I quoted $4.25. He went back to his stock and returned with a sample the exact counterpart of mine, and said, smiling, “This is Bradley's; he's a tough fellow to beat; I paid $3.65 for it.”