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Show No Time to Live. Ho was an old-grey-halred ' man. Early and Into he tat as his desk, poring over his acrounts, calculating his profits nnd devising ways and means of nddlng to his Income His eyes weio red and wutcry, his bands trembled, and ho had grown stoop-shouldered. stoop-shouldered. A younger brother, whom he had not jeen for tventy;flve years, bluff, hearty, whole-Boul'ed, came to visit him. Invading his office ono morning, this younger brother observed a printed slip of paper, grey and faded with age, lacked on the back of the merchant's mer-chant's desk. t "Hallo, Jim!" ho said, .stepping up to it. "What's this? 'Rules for Living Long, Being Useful, nnd Getting tho Most out of Life.' I suppose you know every one of them by heart.' "Well, no, John," repl''l tnj alder brother. "I the fact Is I lts always al-ways handy, up there, you know, and and I've always Intended to to read it, but I I'vo never got round to tt vet." Weekly Scotsman. |