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HOW TO ASK FOR A HOLIDAY. On Monday morning a clerk applied foi forty-eight hours’ leave of absence, which was granted. He did not appear till the following Monday at the regular hour. “ Well, Sir,” demanded his superior, " why have you stayed away all the week ?" “ You gave me permission.” “ 1 gave you leave for forty-eight hours, cot for six days.” “I beg your pardon, Sir,” said the young man, “ I have taken the exact time you have granted. We work here eight hours a day, and six times eight are forty-eight. I certainly had no occasion to ask your permis- , sion for the night any more than for the I hours which I do not owe to the business.” This was logical; but now the chief specifies the limits of the leave he grants. WANTED A SERVANT. Some person who had trouble with his servants advertised for a girl. He says ” Wanted —A girl to dwell in my family, assist my wife in doing the work, and give directions generally. Wages not much object, if she will only leave me enough of my income to pay for the crockery she breaks. If she should not be satisfied with five evenings in a week, an effort shall be made to give her eight ; she may decide what she shall have to eat, and whether it shall be overdone, underdone, or done at all, and do, in fact, as she pleases, except wear my wife’s ( gloves and shoes (unless her hands and feet , arc within four sizes of being too small). We ! always give our servants Christinas and | New Year’s gifts. Feather beds or mati trasses, as preferred. A sick sister or old ; mother would be no objection, as we have a ' spare chamber, and will, if necessary, hire a j nurse to take cave of her. P.S. —A piano I and music supplied free of charge. The use i cf the parlour for company. No account j taken of the tea or sugar that enters or j leaves the house." j LEFT OUT OF THE ROLL OF FAME J At a polytechnic exhibition in one of the j northern towns of England, there was exl hibiled a model cf an iron river-steamer which had been built in a neighbouring I shipyard, and afterwards taken to pieces and despatched to India in sections. On one occasion a visitor to the exhibition, who was standing in the vicinity of the model, had his attention drawn to a sturdy-looking little fellow, apparently a workman, who was examining the object with an air of intense interest. Visitor number one approached the model, and paused. Turning to him with great earnestness, and speaking with a strong Northumbrian " burr," the workman said: " Misthor, can thoo read ?" On receiving an answer in the affirmative, the inquirer continued : " Aw wish thoo’d read what’s written on this card.” The request was complied with. The , description of the steamer was recited in distinct tones. " Is that aa! ?" asked the querist, with a lugubrious air. That was all. t " Nowt else ?" Nothing else. " Is there nowt aboot the chep that rowled the plates ?” On being assured that the name and achievements of that individual had been omitted from the legend, the little fellow vxclaimcd: . "Why, misthor, aw's thechep that rowled the plates, and they hennot put my nyame on the card THEY HAD MET AGAIN. They stood together under the waving branches of a mighty elm on the banks of a singing brook one fair, sweet night in June. A-cnlm and holy joy was in her fair young face—the joy that comes to a maiden loving and beloved. She looked up into his j handsome face with such a proud, tender, trustful look. Her hand rested confidingly In his; soft and low were the words she spoke—words no car but his should hear. Ah, me—ah me ! Would that I could give to the face and heart of every young man, the calm, sweet, holy joy that face portrayed, that heart revelled in. He lived and loved. Life seemed like a summer sea before him. Ah, me ! That ever storm should come, that ever rude blasts should assail, that ever hearts should break ! Well, well! Lives and loves end every day—lives and loves like these, .covers part to meet no more ; hearts break and are for ever sad. She spoke. " Adelbert,” she sighed, her voice like the far-away tinkling of evening bells, "and must this be ? Must we, O Adelbert, must we be torn apart ? O Adelbert, my poor heart will break !” "Courage, my sweet one, courage,” he said, with trembling voice and quivering lips, "it shall not be for long, Igo to the Golden West to make a home, humble it may be, for my beautiful bride. Have courage, my life, we shall meet again.” " Yes, yes, yes,” she cried, quickly and passionately, *• we shall meet again. O Adelbert, if it were not for that blessed assurance I would die! Heaven be praised ! We shall meet again !" v.-r ■ One passionate, thrilling, joyous, manly, burning kiss on her cold, white lips, and he was gone, leaving her in a swoon on tha banks of the murmuring stream, under the tender light of the pitying stars. He was gone. And he didn't come back. Various policemen, justices of the peace, aqd county court judges know why. v ~ The Golden West seemed one or a dozen •oo many for him. • ''■*& 1 A man who met him *in Lcadville, ten years later, said he was one of the toughestlooking old pills he ever saw in all the born days of his life. He had lived in six different mining camps, and had married in each of them. The six deserted were too glad to get rid of him to make any fuss over his bigamistic irregularities. He was free to go back to his first lo\e now if he could. Alter fifteen years bethought he would. And she ? Had she been faithful ? Had her heart broken? Was she lying under the daisies on the hanks of that stream where first she told her love? Ah, me! We shall see ! s r - • ■ A woman—a great big woman—is bending over a washtub in a little back yard in an alley running between the streets of an Eastern city. ’Sf.~ 'rirC-A- •- She is doing out "a bit of washing ’ for her nine small children, while her husband basks on his back in the sunshine by her side. He is smoking—sp is she. Four dogs lie at her feet. . The nine children are making mud-pies and " raising a row” in front of the house, but she heeds them not. Vb-* • ’• A man is coming through the alley with a two-wheeled, shaky, and uncertain cart, and a shakier old blind horse. He is crying; " Bot-tcls, bot-tels, bot-tels ! R a-a-a-g-s, r-a a-a-g-s and bot-tels to buy 1 Bot-tels, bot-tels!" .(v-/ Th e woman flies quickly away to a barrel in a corner of the yard, and fills her apron with empty bottles —mostly beer bottles. " Here, you 1" sheshrieks. " Here’s" She stops and looks at the man. He looks at her. There is recognition in boih their faces. 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