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A BOY WORTH HAVING. 
Tact is one of tlie finest qualifications of a business 
man, and the neatest incident in the history of C. G., | 
one of the most successful merchants, shows a devel- j 
opment of this trait early in his business career. 
Coming to New York from the country, without friends ! 
and with very little money, he found his way to 
lower Wall street, and walking into the store of W. 
& Co., passed back into the counting-room, and 
waited modestly and patiently till he t 
should divert the attention of Mr. W., 
who was at that moment busily en¬ 
gaged with some business friend. At 
last the frank, open face of the boy 
attracted his notice, and he addressed 
him with : 
“ What can I do for you, my boy ?” 
“ I want a place, sir.” 
“ Well, what can you do?” 
The boy answered eagerly, “ Most 
anything, sir.” 
Mr. W., partly for a joke, and 
partly to rid himself of the almost 
too confident boy, said: “Ah, ah! 
“ Well, just go out and borrow me a 
couple thousand dollars.” 
The lad placed his hat on his head 
and walked out of the store and 
slowly down Front street till he came 
to another large store in the same 
line of business, that of Messrs. S. C. 
& Co.; then, with a bold, but honest 
look, he walked up to the head of 
the house, and said : 
“ Mr. W., of W. & Co., sent down 
to borrow $2,000.” 
“ He did, my son? How is busi¬ 
ness up at your place ?” 
The boy, having seen the appear¬ 
ance of large shipments, answered 
quickly, “Very good, sir.” 
“Two thousand dollars, did 
Motherly. —The San Francisco News Letter gives 
the following in reply to a correspondent: “ Young- 
Mother—Your little poem upon ‘ Baby ’ is a gem, and 
we regret that we have not space for so exquisite a tit¬ 
bit. If you have a fault it is the trifling one, common 
to all young writers, of sacrificing melody to hard 
sense. The third stanza is a striking instance : 
Doxerty dookle-um dinkle-um dum, 
Tam to its mozzery mozzery mum; 
Tizzery izzery boozery boo, 
No baby so sweet and so pitty as oo.” 
Curious remark of a little three-year-old, DownEast: 
“ There’s two things I do ’spise—Sunday and dying.” 
say 
ir? 
Will that be enough ? 
Well, $2,000 is all he told me, 
but if you have plenty I think he§§§ 
would like it if you sent him $3,000.” 
“ Just give this boy a check for 
$3,000 for W. & Co.,” remarked 
Mr. S. to the cashier. 
The boy took the check, and with 
it returned to Mr. W., and walking r 
back into the office, with the air of 
successful pride, said, “ Here it is, 
sir.” 
Mr. W., taking one look at the 
check, and then at the boy, said: 
“Young man, come in here, you 
are just the one I have been looking for.” And giving 
him a desk he set him at work. 
In time our young friend advanced from clerk to 
partner, and from that to the head of the firm, and in 
time retired, in his riper years, full of wealth and 
honors. 
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The following epitaph, on a tombstone in a grave¬ 
yard on the eastern shore of Maryland, touchingly 
commemorates the sad fate of a husband and the sor¬ 
row of his afflicted widow: 
“ Almira, sorro 
To her dear Ike 
rears this marble slab 
;o died of eating crab.” 
You Play and I’ll Dance. 
The Dog’s Stratagem.—Mr. Snapp, a blacksmith, 
owns two dogs—one a terrier, four or five years old, 
the other half shepherd and half common cur, about 
twelve or fifteen years old, and consequently very 
feeble. 
In the winter, between the hours for breakfast and 
dinner, and dinner and supper, these two dogs may 
always be seen perched up just far enough from Mr. 
Snapp’s forge to escape the sparks, but still near 
enough to keep warm. I say between the hours of 
breakfast and dinner, because as soon as the time for 
dinner comes—which they know even better than the 
apprentices in the shop—they are both off at a full 
run, each aiming to secure a space behind the warm 
kitchen stove which is only large enough for one dog 
at a time. Now, the terrier being the most active, 
almost always gains the coveted place, leaving the 
poor old dog out in the cold. 
The old dog being thus left out in the cold one bitter 
cold day, put himself in a thinking attitude, and set 
his wits to work to devise means by which he could 
get the terrier out of the coveted place. All at once 
an idea seemed to strike him. Taking advantage of 
the good “watch-dog” qualities of the terrier, he made 
a feint towards the garden, barking furiously, as if 
some one was intruding at that point, 
when, true to Iris nature, out popped 
the terrier, not to make a feint, but 
to make a pell-mell rush for the ex¬ 
treme end of the garden, passing the 
old schemer just outside the kitchen 
: door, who no sooner saw the terrier 
; enter the garden than he popped too, 
| not in the garden, but behind the 
; warm kitchen stove, curled himself 
; up and waited, with a cunning twinkle 
| in his eye, for his friend, who no soon- 
! er made his appearance, and seeing 
| the situation, than he tried exactly 
! the same stratagem with the shrewd 
| old dog, with as little success as if he 
I tried to fly. Finding that to fail so 
I signally, he in turn put his wits to 
I work. 
After disappearing in the garden a 
j few moments, he made his appear - 
] ance right in front of the kitchen 
door with a. large hone in his mouth, 
and set to work on it as if he was en- 
| joying it hugely. 
Now, what dog could resist such a 
I tempting sight ? At least, the old 
fellow behind the stove, could not, it 
! is plain, for, sneaking cautiously out 
of his snug retreat, he made a sudden 
| dash for the coveted bone, which he 
j secured very easily—to the surprise 
of all, as the mystery was soon 
cleared up—for no sooner had he 
I possessed himself of what he soon 
| found to be nothing but an old dry 
| Lone they had both gnawed a hun- 
| dred times, than the young rascal 
| secured the warm retreat behind the 
i stove—which he certainly deserved 
after displaying so much cunning— 
=fl§| leaving the poor old fellow out again 
j in the cold, there to contemplate the 
old proverb, “It takes a thief to 
i catch a thief.” 
Do You Hear That P—A New 
Orleans paper tells us of i printer 
who, when his fellow-workmen went out to drink 
beer, put in the bank the exact amount he would have 
spent if he had gone with them to drink. 
He did this for five years. He then looked at his 
bank account, and found that he had laid up five hun¬ 
dred and twenty-one dollars and eighty-six cents.. 
In five years he had not lost a day because of sick¬ 
ness. Three out of five of his fellow-workmen had in 
the meantime become drunkards. 
The water-drinker then bought out the office, and 
in twenty years from the time he began to put by his 
money he had laid aside a good many thousand dollars. 
