Luck.

Otago Witness, 14 December 1893, Page 49

Luck.

la one of the Et'glish, home counties a young man lives in a fine house ia the centre of a flue estate. When that young mill was a still younger man he was au all-round bad lot — a drunkard and a gambler. His family sent him to Australia for the good of his health — and theirs. He went wrong there as he went wrong here. He was gambliog one night with some impecunious vagabonds who had, practically, nothing to lose but what thr-y stood up in. He won from one of them a bundle of papers. These papers were shares in a certain gold mine, socalled. The shares were so wholly valueless that the young man, disdaining, even ia bis state of penury, to keep, such rubbish, threw them on to the fire. Repenting, however, of his act, be snatched them back again, when they had already been scorched by the flames. Shortly afterwards, the man who had lost those shares died in a fib of delirium tremens. The day he died, by the purest accident, a workman in the mine struck upon a paying lode. Speculators will tell you that the history of that mine has since baen one of the most surprising in mining annals— a history of unvarying success. That young gambler, who had never even taken the trouble to examine his winnings, discovered, to his ainazeount, that he held a commanding share. He hojda it still, He has already realised a large fortune, and, I

he continues to receive what to some folks would be a large fortune every year. He has returned to England, he has bought that house and that estate, and there he lives in style, spending his money quite in the good old way.

If his was not a case of luck, what was it ?—? — All the Year Round.