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Show POLITENESS PAYS. One To une EutlUUmaii vTua Taught th Lrun iinil N wr Forgot It. I ""There's nothh.g in k." How I Co de test that pbnuo!" rviuj-rked a grave looking, middl I mat;. Tin ol r-vation r-vation was called forth l y the c induct of one of the party of yonng bloods who had unceremoniously pushed a rather shabbily dreswd, timid looking j man aside, and on one uf his com pan- j ions venturing to suggest that he was wanting In courtesy had replied: j 41 What I courteous to him? Vhy, I there's Dothing in it." "See here, boys," continued the grave looking 1 man, "I'll give you a story. Twenty- I Ave years ago I was clerk in a merchant's mer-chant's office in London. My salary was small, but I lived pretty comfortable comforta-ble and was always able to spend a , shilling or two with the boys. We were rather swells in our ofllce, and thought we knew a thing or two. "One day an elderly party, who looked to me then like a book peddler, for he had on a real shabby tile, and was, if not slovenly, very carelessly dressed, stepped in and asked for the boss. 1 answered pretty sharp that he was not aecoBsible to strangers, and told him he was wasting time in that office. He seemed annoyed, but walked off, and I thought no more about the matter. About six months after I was seeking a position in the Bank of England. . 1 had just got married, and having several sev-eral influential friends, had applied for and been well recommended for a vacancy va-cancy which had just then occurred. "So sure was I of the new berth that I had resigned from the old one and awaited with some anxiety, certainly, but considerable confidence, for the interview with the governor, for all applicants ap-plicants for a position in the bank must personally pass that august official Well, the morning arrived and I was ashered into his presence. Judge of my astonishment and dismay when I found myself face to face with the little shabby genteel old man whom I had so j rudely treated. Our recognition was ! mutual. He expressed his sorrow at I having to refuse my application, but , accepted my heartfelt apologies, and when he heard of how 1 had given up ! my situation, and so forth, he banded me a 50 note. " Take this,' he said, 'and begin a new life with what you tell me you have saved; it will enable you to get to Canada or Australia. Your letters of recommendation will do as well there as here, and I will give you one myselt Let this be a letter to you and others. Never judge any one by their outward appearance.' I took the old man's advice. I went to Canada, and eventually found my way here. I am fairly well to do, which I ascribe to having ' never forgotten the lesson taught me." Philadelphia Inquirer. |