She shuffled the cards, and said I'd never do manual labor, and I was going to be rich. I would have two wives, and no telling how many children. I had had a great many ups and downs, and would have some more; but would eventually settle down. I asked if I would ever be hung. She said, "No, sir." During the interview she learned from me of my father's dying before I was born. That, she said, was always a sure sign of good fortune, and a bright future was always in store for a child born under such circumstances. I finally asked her if she could tell where I was going to stay that night. She said she couldn't, but would wager that I wouldn't sleep in a freight car, nor go without my supper. I gave her a bottle of polish, and made another start, calling at the next house just as the family were about to take supper. I rushed in, set my carpet-bag down, and laying off my hat, said in a jocular manner: "By gracious, I'm just in time, for once." [Illustration: "BY GRACIOUS, I'M JUST IN TIME, FOR ONCE."] "Yes, you are," said the gentleman, as he was about to take his seat at the table. "Take that seat right over there," pointing to the opposite side of the table. I thanked him and accepted his kind invitation. After supper I showed them my preparation, which pleased them much. His wife asked the price. I told her fifty cents, and said: "I want to allow you half that amount for my supper, therefore you will owe me but twenty-five cents." She paid me, and I started on, much elated with my success, and convinced that the old fortune-teller knew her business, as the supper part had already come true. I called at every house until too dark to operate, making a sale at nearly every one. I walked on to Fremont, reaching there in time for the seven-thirty train bound west. After buying a ticket for Lindsay, I had three dollars and fifty cents in cash, and plenty of stock on hand. I remained there over night, and am almost certain there wasn't a housekeeper in that burgh who didn't get a bottle of my polish the next day. After finishing the town, I learned that the westbound train was not due for an hour. As life was short, business brisk and time valuable, I started out on foot, walking to the next town, (meeting with fair success), where I took the train for Adrian, Michigan, arriving there the next day. A very impressive fact, to me, connected with this particular trip, was my traveling over five miles of road, peddling furniture polish at twenty-five and fifty cents per bottle, that a few weeks before I had driven over with the horse and buggy, and several hundred dollars in my pocket, during our patent-right experience.