“Look here gentlemen, I am willing to sacrifice the stock, but I hate to be compelled to actually give it away. Why, it would be a shame to the town to sell a suit like that for five dollars. Some of you fellows down there, with ruffles on your pants, can’t you make it six? And if you’re not satisfied after wearing it five years come back and I’ll make you a present of one hundred dollars. “I can’t dwell all day on a single article; so, be lively with your bids, or I’ll knock it down before you can wink. At five, at five, at five, at five, at five, at five—will you give me the six? “No? Five once, five twice, five third and last go—did I hear the six? “At last. Just in time; so, six I have; at six, at six, at six. Come along with your little bids now. I hear six and a half. Who’ll make it seven? I tell you, gentlemen, in after years this sacrifice may cause me to shed many a bitter tear, but like the great majority it has got to go, unless some fair-minded person makes it seven. Six fifty? Six fifty? Will no one raise it fifty? Six dollars fifty, once. Six dollars fifty, twice. Six fifty, third and last call, and sold—to that gentleman there under the gas light, and a mighty good bargain.” This was a good sale all around, and after this suit was sold I felt more than ever confident, and was ready for whatever came next. I went on: “Now, then, gentlemen, don’t be impatient. There is plenty more clothing, but I really must protect my own interests a little bit. When I said I was going to sell this stock regardless of cost or value I didn’t mean I would give away the picked lots and throw in a chromo to have you take them. I know, when you get your eyes open, you’ll meet me half way; and here is an eye-opener, and the expense will neither make nor break you. “Here is a job lot of combs, coarse combs, fine combs, horse combs, honey combs and the comb of a roof; we’ll take this fine tooth comb first. “Here it is, gentlemen, already for business, white as the driven snow, and with two rows of teeth as sharp as the edge of a fine razor. I will guarantee it to catch ‘em every time, dead or alive. It’s a sure winner, a double-geared, switch-back combination, that will work either forward or backward, without a single kick. It is hand-turned, double-soled, and made from genuine ivory, worth four hundred dollars a pound, and a good day for elephants at that. How much do I hear to start it? Will you give me a quarter? No? Will you give me a dime? No? Do I hear any one whisper the ridiculous small sum of a nickel? What! Don’t shake your heads sideways; always shake them up and down.