thought to have that sign constantly before him

But it is well to realize that it is the patient man who wins. To do your work and not be anxious about results, is wisdom of the highest order. This does not mean that you are to sell yourself as a slave. If your present position does not give you an opportunity to grow, and you know of a better place, why go to the better place, by all means. The point I make is simply this: if you care to remain in a place you can never better your position there by striking for higher wages or favors of any kind.

The employee who drives a sharp bargain and is fearful that he will not get all he earns, never will. There are men who are set on a hair trigger always ready to make demands when there is a rush of work, and who threaten to walk out if their demands are not acceded to.

The demands may be acceded to, but this kind of help is always marked on the timebook for dismissal when work gets scarce and business dull. Such men are out of employ

ment about half the time, and the curious part of it is, they never know why.

As a matter of pure wordly wisdom-just cold-blooded expediency-if I were an employee I would never mention wages. I would focus right on my work and do it. The man that endures is the man that wins. I would never harass my employer by inopportune propositions-I would give him peace, and I would lighten his burden. Personally I would never be in evidence, unless it were positively necessary-my work should tell its own story. The cheerful worker who goes ahead and makes himself a necessity to the business, never adding to the burden of his superiors-will sooner or later get all that is his due, and more. He will not only get pay for his work, but he will get a bonus for his patience, and another for his good cheer.

The man who makes a strike to have his wages raised from fifteen to eighteen dollars a week, may get the raise, and then his wages will stay there. Had he kept quiet and just been intent on making himself a five-thou

sand-dollar man he might have gravitated straight to a five-thousand-dollar desk.

I would not risk spoiling my chances for a big promotion by asking for a little one. And it is but trite truism to say that no man ever received a big promotion because he demanded it-he got it because he could fill the position, and for no other reason. Ask the man who receives a ten-thousanddollar-a-year salary how he managed to bring it about, and he will tell you he just simply did his work as well as he could. Never did such a man go on a strike. The most successful strike is a defeat; and had this man been a striker by nature, sudden and quick in quarrel, jealous of his rights, things would have conspired to keep him down and under. I do not care how clever he may be or how well educated, his salary would have been eighteen a week at the farthest, with a very tenuous hold upon his job

He that endureth to the end shall be saved. At hotels the man who complains is the man against whom the servants are ever in

league; and the man who complains most is the man who has the least at home. If you are defamed, let time vindicate you-silence is a thousand times better than explanations. ¶ Explanations do not explain. Let your life be its own excuse for being cease all explanations and all apologies, and just live your life.

By minding your own business, you give other folks an opportunity to mind theirs; and depend on it, the great souls will appreciate you for this very thing.

I am not sure that absolute, perfect justice comes to everybody in this world; but I do know that the best way to get justice is not to be too anxious about it. As love goes to those who do not lie in wait for it, so does the big reward gravitate to the patient

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"He that endureth unto the end shall be saved.”

The Open or Closed Shop-Which?

'N Eighteen Hundred Eighty-nine an engineer on a fast passenger-train, on a

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railroad that need not here be advertised, became violently insane. The time on his run had been cut down to fifty miles an hour. It was very rapid running at that time, and told severely on the man's nerves. Suddenly, while at the throttle, reason gave way, and the engineer started to make a record run. He imagined there was another fast train just behind; his life was at stake, and safety for himself and his and his train that he should make a hundred miles an hour

He had nearly attained his pace and was flying past a station where he should have stopped for orders when the fireman, realizing the situation, laid the madman low with a link-pin, and the train was slowed down just in time to escape a wreck.

There is a natural law, well recognized and