Jacque Morgan

“ An hour later he emerged and pleasantly inquired what was wanted.
"A Seidlitz powder, please," reiterated Mr. Fosdick, pointing to the dime.
The druggist rubbed his hands unctuously. "I'm sorry that we're out of Seidlitz powders," he said, "but we have something just as good. We have—"
"Nothing but Seidlitz," roared Mr. Snodgrass, giving way to one of his sudden outbursts.
The druggist smiled blandly. "How old is the patient?" he asked.
"It's a machine," cried Mr. Snodgrass.
"Ah, indeed," remarked the druggist, looking at Mr. Snodgrass queerly. ”

“ When one has reached the mature age of sixty years and has a large family, even to grand-children, the staking of one's life against the mere sneeze or cough of an utter stranger is an unnerving thing and the shock and suspense of it all is more than apt to leave the faculties in a numb and dazed condition. At any rate, when Mr. Fosdick left the office a few minutes after the ordeal, he had in his pocket Mr. Snodgrass' check of one thousand dollars for the building of the first Seidlitzmobile. ”

“ Fosdick—we hesitate to call him a hero—gives himself the expanding dose and thus succeeds in his desire to interest a capitalist friend in an automobile to be driven by the gas from Seidlitz powder. Try to imagine for yourself, what happened when a heavy charge of sodium carbonate and sulphuric acid were substituted for the comparatively mild Seidlitz powder. ”