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to act in Mr. Waterbury's place for
the present, and later, possibly, we
shall make the position permanent.
The salary, you may know, is two
thousand five hundred dollars. Good
morning." Stevens' first act was to slip the
packages away where their presence
might be discovered later. His sec
ond was to pray with all his heart to
be made worthy of his fortune.
By Berton Braley.
It once was weapon of the strong,
The daring and the bold,
Who left the dull and toiling throng
Toseek the land of gold;
It made all men of equal height
In realms beyond the law;
It spoke in many a fair-fought fight
Where life is rough and raw.
It rendered justice as was mete
'Twixt Ghibbeline or Guelph,
Where each man stood upon his feet
And made his law himself;
It had some glory at its best,
Some glamour of romance
Amid those Winners of the West
Who dared to take a chance.
It once was weapon of the brave,
But in this later time
The coward and the slinking knave
Hade made it black with crime;
It is the weapon of the pack
That stalks, by night, its prey,
Then shoots the victim in the back
And loots and runs away!
It is the comrade and the mate
Of those who beat and slug,
Of murderers degenerate,
The gangster and the thug!
A young man who had declared
that he could not sing was pressed to
entertain, the company with a song.
"I can't sing!" declared the young
man impatiently. "You just want to
make a butt of me." "Not at all, my
good sir!" said one of the company.
"We merely want to get a stave out
I accompanied a. portly acquaint
ance into a haberdasher's, old chap.
After he had purchased some cam
bric kerchiefs and a pair of galluses,
my friend was importuned by the
clerk to examine a new line of fawncy
waistcoats. After a glimpse at the
gaudy stock, he retorted:
"Nix on those Gussie goods. Say,
do you think the fender end of my
label is Algernon? Don't you know
better than to palm off that peacock
harness on me? When I feel like rig
ging up in those wall paper weaves,
just 'phone, to the batty house and
reserve me a padded upper berth.
Outside with those Borealis blouses,
I may be a simp, but I ain't no sign
board!" My word!
Adolphus I've written a new
novel. Come up to my room and I'll
show you the proofs. Friend Proofs!
Why; old chap, I don't doubt our
word m-the least!