but yet would beg you to favour a humble worker in the vineyard by
kindly accepting a tract, and passing it on to friends after perusal.


One Saturday morning, about a fortnight before cut out, The Oracle
came late to his stand, and apparently with something on his mind.
Smith hadn't turned up, and the next rouseabout was doing his work, to
the mutual dissatisfaction of all parties immediately concerned.

"Did you see anything of Smith?" asked Mitchell of The Oracle.
"Seems to have forgot to get up this morning."

Tom looked disheartened and disappointed. _"He's forgot
again_," said he, slowly and impressively.

"Forgot what? We know he's blessed well forgot to come to graft."

"He's forgot again," repeated Tom. "He woke up this morning and
wanted to know who he was and where he was." Comments.

"Better give him best, Oracle," said Mitchell presently. "If he
can't find out who he is and where he is, the boss'll soon find it out
for him."

"No," said Tom, "when I take a thing in hand I see it through."

This was also characteristic of the boss-over-the-board, though in
another direction. He went down to the but and inquired for Smith.

"Why ain't you at work?"