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this vale of smiles and tears. This is what hap- 

 pened: 



"Mr. BRABROOK, who is the young man who 

 did it?" 



"There he is over there, up to his ears in the 

 Herd Books." 



"Well, I simply want to say that this review of 

 my catalogue is the best one you have ever printed." 



That was all. But it was enough. When he 

 had gone the office manager came over to where 

 I sat, took me by the hand, congratulated ourselves 

 upon the wholly unanticipated denouement of our 

 little incursion into the editorial field, went to the 

 safe, opened a cash drawer none too well lined 

 took out a new ten-dollar bank note and brought 

 it to rne as extra money earned. And, believe me, 

 any who may have had patience enough to follow 

 so personal a narrative thus far, that "X" looked 

 bigger to me that day than any money I have yet 

 seen in my business experiences up to date. I can 

 assure you that there was nothing at all wonderful 

 about the article itself, but, nevertheless, there- 

 after all the catalogue reveiws were given me to do, 

 and as each appeared in turn a "ten" was added to 

 my little monthly wage. And that is how one Ameri- 

 can came to take up and follow his father's calling. 



