OR, WITH BRAINS, SIR. 341 



c quietly starve,' as you say, on the farm during the winter. 

 It is true we have plenty of money in the Savings Bank, but 

 we shall want it all to carry on our farming operations next 

 summer." 



The only reply I got to this was the unrolling of a crum- 

 pled piece of paper, a letter it seemed : 



" OFFICE OF THE ARENAC PRINT WORKS, 



October 10th. 

 "MR. ROBERT NELSON. 



" DEAR SIR : Your application for the vacant clerkship in our office 

 has been considered and accepted by the directors. They have de- 

 cided to give you a salary of one hundred dollars a month, with tlic 

 understanding that the engagement shall not continue over six 

 months. At that time it is in contemplation to make some changes 

 in the affairs of the corporation ; therefore it is impossible to make 

 any arrangements extending beyond that time. Your desk will 

 be ready for you on and after the 15th inst. 







" Respectfully yours, 



" CHARLES JOBSON, Agent." 



" Now, isn't that perfectly splendid ? Just what we wanted. 

 Why, I almost want to kiss Mr. Dobson or Jobson, whoever 

 he is." 



" I would a great deal rather you would kiss somebody 

 else." I did. 



