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Show Page LI "Dough" coattails flying, was a white-faced Mr. Laird. It was a gloating Twain who wrote the next editorial for the Enterprise, but it was one of his last. The husbands of the women who Twain had blasted were madder than hell about it and Twain got word that they were arranging a little party at which he was to be the guest of honor. Twain hastily decided to forego the honor, and he and Gillis took off one dark night for California wondering just how in the hell a man could get into so much trouble over a lousy sack of flour. By now Gridiey could have told him. He had collected $27,000 in Sacramento and was now in San Francisco where the people were going wild over the Sanitary Sack. The news had extended to the East and fresh offers had poured in by the dozens. He was in demand at parties and banquets, and he was beginning to believe that he would be lucky if he even had a chance to sleep. Then he received a telegram from Washington, D. C. that swept away all thought of fatigue. It said, "A grateful nation thanks you." It was signed "A. LincoLn." There was no stopping him after that, and he headed back to Nevada and the East. For the rest of 1864, Gridiey and his famous Sanitary |