"HUNDRED PER CENT" AMERICAN in

relate the manner of this discovery, only premising
- that, though the reader may have another opinion,
I myself am fully convinced that I had found, at
last, a genuine loo-percenter.

I was just finishing breakfast in an hotel, when
a wandering bell boy, of African extraction,
entered the dining-room and began calling out
my name. There was a lady named Miss Smith
(for so I will call her) waiting in the lobby, he
said, who wanted to see me. Now I had not the
faintest idea who Miss Smith might be, I feared
she was a reporter or, since this was unlikely in
the wilds of Arizona, an apostle of some new
religion.

To the lobby I accordingly went and was there
confronted by the most delightful vision imagin-
able, a beautiful girl with dark eyes and nature's
colour in her cheeks, her figure that of a young
palm tree in the garden of Apollo, her movements
so animated, her speech so quick, her whole
presence so radiant that of her might be aptly
quoted the lines of Donne:

" Her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks> and so distinctly wrought
That you might almost say—her body thought"

Without a sign of embarrassment, self-
consciousness, tentative approach, intelligent
hesitation, or other obstruction to the free com-
munion of souls, she advanced to meet me; and
with manners as charming as her person—-which