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Show THE ONE HE WANTED. Advice From the Old Hand to the Aspirant for Honors. Tho amateur author entered tho sanctum of tho old hand, his artistic Angers roaming through his hair, his oye In a fine fronzy, rolling. "Mo bouI chafes within me," 'ho announced, an-nounced, i "Let lior chafe," muttered the old hand; "I'm busy." "Me father's business interests mo no longer; tho dally round, tbo com-mou com-mou task, nils me with disgust! Mo wholo being shudders as I sift tho sand Into tho sugar, and mo hand trembles as I add tho water to the mlllt. Mo mind Is madq up I will quit this base bartering for a nobler life. I will become a Journalist. I will join tho staff of a magazlno, Which of them, think you, will raise me to tha highest position in tho shortest period?" 'You might try a powder magai zino," suggested tho old hand, laconically. lacon-ically. "Soems just tho thins you want!" Stray,Storlos. oft i ,iczsr uSr,. |