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"I think this hat will do, after all," he observed. "Now, sir, as you are in favor of free silver, I want you to put your mind upon one thing. I want you to think constantly of silver dollars. When you feel that you must sneeze, keep repeating to yourself, 'Come, silver dollars—come, come, come!' I assure you that you will be astonished by the result. I see that you are about to—— Ah! there you go!"
Frank held one hand over the man's head, while the other hand held the hat inverted before him.
The old fellow caught his breath and threw back his head. Forward he came, and a most explosive sneeze burst from him.
It seemed that four or five shining silver dollars burst from his mouth and nose and fell jingling into the hat!
CHAPTER IV. CATCHING THE AUDIENCE.
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"Great gosh!"
The man with the cold was so astonished that he stopped sneezing and stared down into the hat.
"Where did them come from?" he gurgled, dazed.
"Right out of your maouth an' nose, Josiah!" cried the little woman he had left in the front row, bobbing up excitedly to her feet and flourishing an old umbrella.