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Show No Time to Live, Ho was an old-grey-halred man. Early and late he cat as his desk, poring over his accounts, calculating his profits and devising ways nnd means of adding to his tncomo. His eyes were red and watery, his hands trembled, and ho had grown stoop-shouldered. stoop-shouldered. A younger brother, whom ho had not seen for twenty-five years, bluff, hearty, whole-souled, came to visit him. Invading his office one morning, this younger brother observed a printed slip of paper, grey and faded with age, tacked on the back of tho merchant's mer-chant's desk. "Hallo, Jim!" he said, stepping up to It. "What's this? 'Rules for Living Long, Being Useful, and Getting tho Most out of Life.' I suppose you know every one of them by heart,- "Well, no, John," repl'M the elCcr brother. "I the fact Is I It's nl-wnya nl-wnya handy, up there, you know, and and I've always Intended to to rend It, but I I've never got round to tt yet." Weekly Scotsman. |