that wasn't the worst of it, fur the exposure had crawled into his lungs by the time he found a house, and he got newmonia into them also, and like to of died. Whilst I was laying sick he had been sick also, only his'n lasted much longer. But he tells me he has jest struck an idea fur a big scheme. No little schemes go fur him any more, he says. He wants money. Real money. “How you going to get it?” I asts him. “Come along and I'll tell you,” he says. “We'll take a walk, and I'll show you how I got my idea.” We left the restaurant and went along the brag street of that town, which it is awful proud of, past where the stores stops and the houses begins. We come to a fine-looking house on a corner--a swell place it was, with lots of palms and ferns and plants setting on the verandah and showing through the windows. And stables back of it; and back of the stables a big yard with noises coming from it like they was circus animals there. Which I found out later they really was, kept fur pets. You could tell the people that lived there had money. “This,” says Doctor Kirby, as we walked by, “is the house that Jackson built. Dr. Julius Jackson--_old_ Doctor Jackson, the man with an idea! The idea made all the money you smell around here.” [Illustration: 0235] “What idea?” “The idea--the glorious humanitarian and philanthropic idea--of taking the kinks and curls out of the hair of the Afro-American brother,” says Doctor Kirby, “at so much per kink.” This Doctor Jackson, he says, sells what he calls Anti-Curl to the niggers. It is to straighten out their hair so it will look like white people's hair. They is millions and millions of niggers, and every nigger has millions and millions of kinks, and so Doctor Jackson has got rich at it. So rich he can afford to keep that there personal circus menagerie in his back yard, for his little boy to play with, and many other interesting things. He must be worth two, three million dollars, Doctor Kirby says, and still a-making it, with more niggers growing up all the time fur to have their hair unkinked. Especially mulattoes and yaller niggers. Doctor Kirby says thinking what a great idea that Anti-Curl was give him his own great idea. They is a gold mine there, he says, and Dr. Julius Jackson has only scratched a little off the top of it, but _he_ is going to dig deeper. “Why is it that the Afro-American brother buys Anti-Curl?” he asts. “Why?” I asts.