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Manawatu Herald, Volume III, Issue III, 11 July 1891, Page 4

HOW TO ASK FOR A HOLIDAY. On Monday morning a clerk applied fot forty-eight hours' l«ave of absence, which was granted. He did not appear till the iollowiny Monday at the regular hour. " Well, Sir," dunutnded his superior, " why have yon sta>< cl away all the week ?'' " You nave me permission." " 1 gave y>u leave /or forty-eight hours, not for six dajs." "1 beg ycur pardon, Sir," said the young man, " I have taken the exact time you have granted. We work liere eight hours a day, and six times uipht are forty-eight. I certainly hud no ocean ion to ask your permission for the nij-ht any more than for the hours whicli I do not owe to the business." This was logical : but now the chief specifies the limits ol the leave he giants. .' WANTED A SERVANT. Some person who hf.d trouble with his servants iidveriist'd ior a girl. He says: — " Wanted— A l ° dwell in my family, rissist my wle in rfoim : tlie work, and give directions s enenuly. Wp?(jb not much object, if slie will only leave me enough of my income to \.u:y ;or the crockery she breaks, If she should nothe satisfied with five evenings in a wee!-, an eiiort shall be made to give her eight ; slie may decide what she shall have to cat, and whether it shall be overdone, uiidmli nc. ord<>ne at all, and do, in fact, as she pleu.-us, c ■ c pi wear my wife's gloves and shnrs (nnlesh her hands and feet are within four si:«.soi bfiing 100 small). We always give our servants Christmas and New Year's gilts. Few her beds or mattrasses, as piUtnfcu. A sick sister or old mother we u!d he no chjeciion, as we have a bpare chaihber, and will, if necessary, hire a nurse to take caie ol her. P.S — A piano and music supplied Iree of charge. The use ot the parlour ior company No account tnken ot the tea or su^ar that enters or kaves the house." LEFT OUT OF 1 HE ROLL OF FAME. At a polytechnic exhibition in one of the northern towns of England, there was exhibited a model of an iron river-steamer which had been built in a neighbouring shipyard, and afterwards taken to pieces and despatched to India in sections, On one occasion a visitor to the exhibition, who was standing in the viciuily of the model, bad his attention drawn to a sturdy-looking little fellow, apparently a workman, whi was examining the object with an air o intense interest. Visitor number one a| j preached the nu>del, and paused. 'Xurnint ! tohi:u with great caiiiO-.int.ss, and Bpeaking I with a strong Northumbrian " burr," th. j workman said ; ! " Misthor, can thoo read?" On receiving an answer in the affirmative, 'tkeinijtiin r continued : j "Aw wisl' thoo'd read what's written on j this card." „ , .. , , -„..., The request was complied with. The description, of the steamer was recited in i distinct tones. • ■ ; ! "Is that aal ?" as!:ed the querist, with a lu/übrious air. 1 hat was all. . . „ . .. „ „ " Nowt else? 1 ' Nothing else. | "Is there nowt abodt the ch'ep that fowled : the plates?" On being assured that, the -name , and achievements of thai individual had been on lit ted from the logeod, the little fellow exclaimed: ' •■■';■■■■- ' '■ , "Why, ii'.isthiir l( ft\v's tbechep that rowled (ho plates, and they ..^ennpt p«t my nyame en the card I" '".". . . '." THEY; <H AD MET; AGAIN, ■ j Tjif.y stood together uhdor the wavin|[ brunches of a thighty ehu on the bapks of a singing brook one iair, sweet night in i June. A calm and holy joy was in her fair j young face— fue joy that conies to a maiden | lo.ing and beloved. She looked up into his i handsome face with such a proud, tender, tnistiul look. Her hand rested confidingly in his; soft and low were the words she spoke — words no ear but his should hear. Ah, me— ah me ! Would that I could give to the lace and heart of every young man, the calm, sweut, holy joy that face portrayed, that heart revelled in. He lived and loved. Li fe seemed like a su nmer sea before him. Ah, me ! That } ever storm should come, that ever rude { blasts should assail, that ever hearts should break ! Well, well I Lives and loves end every day — lives and loves like these. Lovers part to meet no more ; hearts break and are for ever sad. She. spoke. " Adelbert," she sighed, her voice like the i far-away tinkling of evening • bells, "and ; must this be ? Must we, O Adelbert, must we be torn apart ? O Adelbert, my poor heart will break !" "Courage, my sweet one, courage," he said, with trembling voice and quivering lips, "it shall not be for long. Igo to the Golden West to make a home, humble it may be, for my beautiful bride. Have courage, my life, we shall meet again." ■■'.." Yes, yes, yes," ' she cried, quickly and passionately, '"we shall meet again. O Adelbert, if it were not for that blessed assurance I would die I Heaven be praised I We 1 shall meet again 1" . '[ I One passionate, thrilling, joyous, manly, burning kiss on her cold, white lips, and he \.yi\i gone, leaving her in a swoon on the I banks .of the murmuring stream, under the | tender light of the pitying stars. He was gone. • / . And he didn't come back. Various policemen,' justices of the peace, and county court i judges know why. i The Golden West seemed one or a dozen tooimany for him. . . 4 rriah who met him in Leadville, ten years later, said he was one of the toughestlooking old pills he ever saw in all the born days : of his life. He had lived in six different mining camps, and had married in each qf them. The six deserted were tool glad to get rid of him to make any fuss over his bigamistic irregularities. He was free to go r back to his first love now if he could. After fifteen years he thought he would. . And she ? Had she been faithful ? Had her heart broken? Was she lying under the daisies on the banks of that stream where first she told her love? Ah, me! We shall see I ! A woman— a great big woman — is bendj ing over a washtub in a little back yard in an aliey running between the streets of an j Eastern city. She is doing out " a bit of washing" for her nine small children, while her husband basks on his back in the sunshine by her side. He is smoking — so is she. Four dogs j lie at her feet. ' The nine children are making mud-pies | and "raising a row" in front of the house, I but she heeds them not. A man is coming through the alley with a two-wheeled, shaky, and uncertain cart, and a shakier old blind horse. He is crying : 11 Bot-tels, bot-tfls, bot-tels ! R-a-a-a-g-s, r-a-a-a-g-s and b^t-Usb to buy 1 Bot-tels. bot-tels !" The woman flies quickly away to a barrel in a corner of the yard, and iills her apron with empty bottles — mostly beer bottles. " Here, you !" sbeshrieks. " Here's" She stops and looks at the man. He looks at her. There is recognition in both their faces. Heart pictures and memories are now effaced. "Well, I'll be hanged," said he. 11 So'll I," said she. They had met aga.in!— 4m«rjw?»,