In Her Own Coin.

Otago Witness, Issue 2812, 5 February 1908, Page 91

In Her Own Coin.

A certain young lady considers herself lo be quite the belle of a London suburban district. Not far from her home a young man resides who is employed in a city bank. This young man has more tban ordinary pretensione to good looks, and is regarded as a prime favourite in the st't of which the girl is a member. One day, however, not long ago, he aid she had words — so bitter, in fact, that the girl peremptorily ordered him never to presume to speak to her again so long as Le lived. She forbade him to recognise her even, and declared 1 that she would make it a point to forget entirely that she had ever met such an individual as himself.

But a very few days since this haughty young- damsel went into the bank in which this young man happens to be employed to get a cheque cashed. The young man calmly took the proffered cheque and examined it.

It was a bitterly cold day, and the girl was in a hurry. She had not an acquaintance within half an hour's walk. But, despite ail this, the young man handed tl^e slip of paper back.

"Very sorry, madam," said he, in cold official tones, "but you'll have to get somebody to identify you before I can cash the cheque."

'• Don't Forget You Will Grow.''

Barnun. used to tell the story of an unscrupulou- showman who passed off a precocious youngster as a pigmy wild man of the wood- by sewing him in a hairy skin. The youth seemed to imagine, says Sir Fortune Free in the Penny Magazine, he had found a comfortable billet for life. But he grew fat, and one day burst all the stitche; so shockingly that he gave the inposture away. That was his downfall, and the showman ■dismissed him with ignominy, and _ went hunting for another youngster as his attraction

"The moral of that is," said Barnum "that you should not forget you will grow up. A good many folk appear to manage to forgot it very comfortably till they lealise is in a very disagreeable fashion." The situation that may be good enough for to-^ay may prove a broken reed to morrow