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Show Why Not Live and Langh Now A Little Story That Should Appeal to the Interest of Every Reader. Now is the Time to Live and Laugh By Annie Laurie, In tho San Francisco Fran-cisco Examiner. I met a man I used to know this morning. When I used to know him he was a good-natured, good looking, losy-chceked 'little man, with a lint, prosperous little shop In a line, prosperous pros-perous little street. This morning when I met him I did not know him until he spoko to me. Ills red cheeks had turned white, his good clothes had grown shabby, his square, couiageous little shoulders were drooping. "Well." he said, "I think I'm going to land It." "Land wliatV" 1 said. "Why, tho estate," said the little man, staring nt mo with beaming eyes. "Tho big English estate, you know, that belonged by right to my great grandfather, and ought to belong be-long to me. I've had an awful time about It, but my lawyer says If 1 can Just raise $5,000 more he can prove my case so that the chief Justice of England himself will have to admit ad-mit It." "How's the shop dolngV" said 1. "The shop?" Tho little man's haggard face was was blank, "Oh, yes, you mean my old business. Oh, I sold that long ago; had to, to pay my lawyers." "And the pretty little homo you were building?" "That's gone, too," said the little man. "It wasn't up to what I ought to have, anyway. When I como Into, my estates, I'll build tho right kind or a homo for n man of property." All gone business, home, happiness, happi-ness, peace of mind all, all gouo to the lawyers. Don't laugh too hard at tho little man. I wonder If some of us aro not stepping right In his very footstccps. The money we're going to have when we've pinched ourselves to death Tor a few j ears longer, the oW friends we're going to visit when they are under un-der the green and growing grass, the children wc'ic going to II ml time to love and play with when they've learned to live without us, the little garden that's going to smile under our hands when we get through making mak-ing our fortunes, the fair moonlight that Is going to lllumlnato the waters under the bow of thu little old canoe wo'ro wolng to paddle up quiet Inlets, when we've finished crushing tho rival competitor out or business. Dreams, dreams. Why don't we turn them Into reality? I'd give more for ono little cheap posey sent to mo by ono friend who remembered than for all the wreaths heaped mountain high upon my colli n. We're all vo now; let's live now. Let's laugh and love, right now. Don't let's wait until wo come into tho estate which some old great-greatgrandfather ought to havo handed down to us, but didn't care enough about us to 'remember to do It. |