The Lost Wallet 



Thereby hangs a tale. 



— Mkbby Wives of Windsor. 



'Ti8 a slippery world that we live in — so slippery, 

 indeed, that it often puzzles a man to travel its glib 

 paths and keep on his feet. Nor are its paths the 

 only slippery things. Money, for instance, has a 

 reputation that way, and I, for one, can vouch the 

 reputation to be deserved. 



By the way, what is money ? lago defined it as 

 " trash," but the oily rascal's lexigraphy, like his love 

 for the Moor, was a little lop-sided. The world's 

 d^nition, I think, hits nearer the mark : " Money is a 

 something that no fellow can get along without." 

 As Owen Meredith once said — or rather, neglected to 

 say: 



We may live without wiadom, may live without wit ; 

 We may live without pluck, or the thing we call grit ; 

 We may live without brains — if we've plenty of gall 

 We may live without using our noddle at all ; 

 We may live without sweets, without sugar and honey, 

 But where is the fellow oan live without money ? 



No ; the man who lacks it finds himself in what he 



calls "trouble," and his friends, though willing 



enough to acknowledge his strait, are not always so 



willing to help him out of it. 



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