returned warmly. "He told me he considered Mr. Tinker one of the ablest and most important men in our whole part of the country. He told me Mr. Tinker isn't only head of the paper company, but that he owns the gas plant in your city and's built up I don't know how many industries all around the state. He says Mr. Tinker is just a marvellous man, and that he's had so much success almost anybody's head would be turned by it. My husband says that's one reason he admires him so much, because his head isn't turned. He's just as simple and affable as if he wasn't anybody much at all, and Mr. Shuler says that's perfectly wonderful in a man that has five or six thousand people working for him in his different plants. And he says he never in his life saw a man with so much energy and"
"Energy!" Mrs. Tinker exclaimed, interrupting. "That's the very trouble, Mrs. Shuler. What I said to him yesterday, I said, 'Why can't you do the way Mr. Shuler does and go and take a nap after lunch? Why can't you show a little common sense?' Not he! Every place we've been, the first thing he'd find out would be whether they had a water-works and an electric-light plant and a sewage system; and if they had, he'd drag our poor courier to look at them
