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In the course of a few years he had become an admirable farmer; the landowners throughout the province were glad to take his advice or follow his example, and the accounts which he now laid on the table by the side of Mary's couch three goodly rolls proved by the irrefragable evidence of figures that he had actually doubled their revenues from the estates of which he had been the manager.

"It's a little money, anyhow. And then remember Dick Lamoureux?" "Yes." "Got a letter from him right after I came back from St. Louis. Well, he's got a big job with the American Express in Paris European Advertising Manager or something like that he's been crazy to have either of us come over ever since that idea of the three of us getting an apartment on the Rive Gauche fell through.

The despatch detailing the disturbance reached him at a small station east of Point of Rocks, where he was awakened and the message was read to him advising the manager of the murder of the brakeman. A freight-train, eastbound, stood on the passing track.

Stepping squarely up to the drunken loafer, his hand shot out in a flash and caught the fellow squarely under the jaw. He knocked him five feet across the ropes, where he landed like a clod of earth in a heap. Instantly there was an uproar. The orchestra stopped playing. The manager ran forward and put up his hand. "We will have order here at any cost," he shouted.

Serve on lettuce leaves with mayonnaise dressing. From MRS. THERESA J. COCHRAN, of Vermont, Alternate Lady Manager. Mix together one-half cup of sugar, one teaspoonful of mustard, one teaspoonful of salt, one-half teaspoonful black pepper; then add three well beaten eggs, one-half cup of vinegar, six tablespoonfuls of cream, three of butter.

A reception clerk and a deputy manager had already hastened forward. The newcomer waved them back for a moment. Bareheaded, he had taken Margaret Hilditch's hands in his and raised them to his lips. "I came as quickly as I could," he said. "There was the usual delay, of course, at Marseilles, and the trains on were terrible. So all has ended well."

There being one hundred and forty pounds of steam on the boiler something happened. The full force of the steam shot into the bottom of the can over which Mr. Snowden was bending. The contents of that can leaped up into the air, water, flour, bluestone and all, and for the next few seconds Manager Snowden was the central figure in the little drama.

But the manager succeeded in persuading him to recall the encore, and said the company would feel sufficiently rewarded and complimented in the mere fact that the encore was desired by his Majesty, without fatiguing him with a repetition to gratify their own vanity.

I was putting up my letters in high spirits, and was just leaving the picture-dealer's shop to look out for comfortable lodgings, when I was met at the door by the landlord of one of the largest hotels in Liverpool an old acquaintance whom I had known as manager of a tavern in London in my student days. "Mr. Kerby!" he exclaimed, in great astonishment.

"Lucie, dear," he said uneasily one day, "I know that you are a capital manager; but it is impossible that a farm the size of ours can pay, with so many hands on it.