The Lost Wallet 



Thereby hangs a tale. 



MEEBY WIVES OF WINDSOR. 



'Tis 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 Avay, 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 

 definition, 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 wisdom, 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 can 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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