feelings of everybody while giving his last words about the deceased. And the coffin, or perhaps it would be better to say the casket, was to slide out of the back room into the chapel-drawing-room on a little electric trolley, as if by magic, untouched by human hands, thus giving, as Mack himself explained it to me, a feeling of awe and mystery.
Yes sir, by God, not one thing that you could think of, lacking to soften and ameliorate those last sad rites.
And Mack certainly did give one crackajack reception to open those funeral parlors—or mortuary parlors.
After we'd all had a chance to look around, and sign the Visitors' Book, and a mighty neat volume, bound in rough calfskin, it was, too, he had the Y.M.C.A. quartette there to sing several suitable selections, like "Whither Away, O Autumn Swallow?" and "Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes," and then the Reverend Otto Hickenlooper of Central Methodist Church made some very interesting and thought-provoking remarks on what science
