THE BUSINESS INSTINCT.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume I, Issue 120, 6 May 1911, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE BUSINESS INSTINCT.

Inev sat each at an extreme end ot the horsehair sofa. They had been cooi tin now for something like two Jj’nrs but the wide gap between had always peen respectfullv preserved. “A penny for your thochts, Sandv.?’ murmured Maggie, after a silence of an hour ami a half. “Well," replied Sandy, slowly, with surprising boldness, Jae tell ye the truth. I was jist thinking how fine it would be if ye were tae gie me a wee bit kissie.’’’ “Uv© mt© objection.’’ simpered Maggie, slithering, over, and kissed him plumplv on the tip of liis left ear. Then she slithered back. Sandy relapsed into a bpow n study once more, end the ehv'k '"?■- t went} -seven minutes. "An’ ■■’hat are ve thinkin’ about noo - anither. .eh?” “Nae. nae, lassi©: it’s “ei’ious the non.” “Is it. laddie?" ■.a-ivcr. Maggie soltly. Her heart was going pit-a-pat with expectation. ‘‘An’ w nat micht it be?" "I was jist thinking.” answered Sandy, "that it was a >ont time ye were paying me that penny!"

HIS REASON.

A well known politician had ini en nagement to speak in a small country f’’' ll - train he was iniveHino- bwas painfully slow, and lie lost no opportunity of giving the guard his opmf.b.at pa’tienlar lino. f if - ver l '‘ on ’ t ' i,< ’ '*•” tJIP "V"-'’ inadv blurted out. ‘-whv don't vo>- ’■ out an’ walk?" . I wo”ld ” th© politician L’an-’l-r.ied., ‘‘but. von so©, the -w ■" doesn’t expect me unti’ the fra>" *