While driving leisurely along, conversing on different topics, we came to a blacksmith's shop on a three-corners, and the old gentleman remarked that when we came to the toll-gate, if I would tell the old lady gate-keeper that I came in at that shop, I could save some toll; adding, that she needn't know but I picked him up somewhere on the road. "Yes, that's so," I answered. "That's a mighty good scheme." He seemed to feel highly elated at suggesting such a brilliant idea. As we were approaching the toll-gate, I said: "I wish you would pay my toll, and when we get to town I will get some change and hand it back to you." When we stopped at the gate he asked: "How much?" The old lady says: "How far have you come on the pike?" He turned to me as if expecting me to answer; but I was suddenly taken with a severe fit of coughing. The deacon said: "This gentleman came in at the blacksmith shop." "Four cents," said the gate-keeper. We drove on, and when I began to laugh he asked what was up. "Well, I'll tell you; I was just laughing to think how much more I am like Jim Fisk than you are." "How so?" "Well, sir, I might possibly tell eight lies for a dollar, but I wouldn't tell one for a shilling." He seemed much chagrined, when I put the matter before him as I did. He said, in explanation, that he never believed in toll-gates, anyhow, had always advocated free turn-pikes, and thought it little harm to economize at their expense. After discounting his note at the bank, I returned home to see how "the boy" was getting on. A few days later I took the agency for another Patent, and gave up the dropper, which was too hard to sell. An acquaintance joined me, when we started on what proved to be a red-hot Patent-right campaign, and with the usual results of all Patent-right schemes. When ready for a start, we had just about money enough to pay our expenses to Napoleon, Ohio, where we had decided to go. On arriving there we took quarters at a first-class hotel, and began "hus'ling" to find a customer. When we had been there about ten days, the landlord, a very pleasant little gentleman, called my partner one side, and said he guessed he would have to ask us for a little money. "Well," said Frank, "all right, sir; all right, sir. Make out your cussed old bill. I am not in the habit of being asked for money before I am ready to leave. However, you can make out your bill, and receipt it in full, sir!" "Oh, no, no!" he remonstrated; "I'll do nothing of the kind, sir. It was not my intention to insult you, Let it go. Let it go. It's all right. I meant nothing out of the way." Frank cooled down; and as he passed by me said, _sotto voce_; "I guess we can stay all summer now, if we want to."