The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1891-08-14
TACT Is THE THING.

| When Times here DlHerenE Ifo" Ao0Ay'
Tact is one of the first qualifications of
a business man, and the following little
incident in the history Of one of the most
successful merchants shows a develop
ment of this trait early in his business
career.
Coming to New York from the coun-
try, without friends and with very little
money, he found his way to CLOVER
Wall street" and walking into the store
of w. & Co., passed back into the count
ing room and waited modestly and pa
tiently till he should divert the attention
of Mr.. W, who was at the moment
busily engaged with some friend. At
last the frank, open face of the boy at
tracted his notice, and he addressed him
with:
"What can I do for you, sonny"
81 want a place, sir"
"Well, what can you do?"
The boy answered eagerly:
"Most anything, sir"
Mr.. W, partly for a joke and part
ly to rid himself Of the almost too conf
dent boy, said:
"Ah, ali! Well, just go out and bor-
row me a couple Of thousand dollars"
The lad placed his hat on his head,
walked out of the store, then passed
slowly down Front street till he came to
another large store in the same line OF
business, our friends of the past, Messrs,
S. @. & c., then, with a bold but honest
look, he walked up to the head of the
house and said:
"Mr. W, Of W. & Co., sent me
down to borrow $4,000"
"He did, my son? How is business up
at your placer"
The boy, having seen the appearance
of large shipments, answered quickly:
Every good, sir"
"Two thousand dollars did you say?
Will that be enough"
"Well, So, 900 is all he told me, but if
you have plenty 1 think he would like it
if you sent him $4,000"
"Just give this boy a check for $4,000
for W. & Co." remarked Mr.. s. to
his cashier.
The boy took the check and with it re-
turned to MI. W, walking back into
the Office with an air of successful pride,
and said:
here IL Is, S1f.
MI. W, taking one look at the
check and then at the boy, said:
young man, come in here; you are
just the one I have been looking for"
And giving him a desk he set him to
work.-New York Recorder.
Odd Epitaphs.
While ~strolling in the fields neal a
small hamlet not thirty miles from
Rochester I came across an antiquated
graveyard overgrown with ivy and
MOSES, the stones Of which bore dates
between 1896 and 1920. | scraped the
mold from a few of the stones and
brought to light these inscriptions. This
one is modest:
: My boldly to the grave give,
My soul to God | hope is fed;
When this my children
You do see. remember me.
This, On q child's grave, is not without
pathos:
This lovely bud SO young and fare,
Cald hence by erly doome,
Just caught to show how sweet a flower in
Paradise would bloom.
This one also preserves the phonetic
method:
Youth like a morning flour,
Cut down and withered in an hour.
Notice the unexpected word division
IN these:
To worlds of sperits l am gone.
And left my friends beh-
ind to mourn.
NY body lies here in the dust.
Ny soul is,htationed wi
tn the blest.
IIark, my gay friends, to you my voice has been,
Refrain from Jolly and forsake your sin;
Still from the dead | fain would send my cries,
Trust in the Saviour, don't His grace despise.
This one is as good as any l have SEEM:
A thousand ways. cut short our days,
None are exempt from death,
A honeybee by singing me,
Did stop rny,mortal breath.
Rochester Union.