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Show my feet wasn't thirty cents quarter and a nickel "I stooped down and picked them up in a hurry. v " 'What have you found? asked my companion. " 'A little silver,' I said carelessly. " 'Oh, how lovely. How much? " Only thirty cents.' I said, as though I was disappointed at not finding a bag of it. I wasn't disappointed. Never was so happy in my life. It was just enough to pull me through, and I reached home with ten cents, but I tell you it don't do to lean on your luck like that every day." New York Tribune. He Leaned oa n Lack. j "I fcd a most extraordinary piece of I luck last Sunday," remarked a young broker a day or two ago, "and for it I have been thanking a kind providence ever since. I invited a girl cousin to go down to Lcfig Beach for the afternoon, i take supper there and return In the erly ' evening. After we started I discovered that I had somehow brought only $2.90 with me. I had one railroad ticket, but with another required,-two suppers, car fares and ferriage, figure as I wanted, I was just about twenty cents short. It was one of those horrible cases of nniling and joking without, and a sort of whited sepulcher within, wondering wildly how to pull through. We reached the beach, and 1 was revolving re-volving the plan of throwing myself on the mercy of the clerk and offering a check, when we stopped in our stroll along shore to examine some shells and seaweed, when blamed if lying right at |