no matter. _Set a trap for 'em?_
But how are people to afford the cheese, when every day they lose five
pounds?

Hark! I'm sure there's a noise down-stairs. It wouldn't surprise me if
there were thieves in the house. Well, it may be the cat; but thieves are
pretty sure to come some night. There's a wretched fastening to the back
door; but these are not times to afford bolts and bars, when fools won't
take care of their five pounds.

Mary Anne ought to have gone to the dentist's to-morrow. She wants three
teeth pulled out. Now it can't be done. Three teeth, that quite disfigures
the child's mouth. But there they must stop, and spoil the sweetest face
that was ever made. Otherwise she'd have been the wife for a lord. Now,
when she grows up, who'll have her? Nobody. We shall die, and leave her
alone and unprotected in the world. But what do you care for that?
Nothing; so you can squander away five pounds.

And now, Mr. Caudle, see what misery you've brought on your wretched
family! I can't have a satin gown--the girls can't have new bonnets--the
water-rate must stand over--Jack must get his death through a broken
window--our fire-insurance can't be paid, so we shall all be victims to
the devouring element--we can't go to Margate, and Caroline will go to an
early grave--the dog will come home and bite us all mad--that shutter will
go banging forever--the mice never let us have a wink of sleep--the
thieves be always breaking in the house--and our dear Mary Anne be forever
left an unprotected maid--and all, all, Mr. Caudle, _because you will go
on lending five pounds_!

How They Got On In The World.

Brief Biographies of Successful Men Who Have Passed Through
the Crucible of Small Beginnings and Won Out.

_Compiled and edited for_ THE SCRAP BOOK.

RISE OF A CHORE BOY.

Present Head of Stanford University Had
a Hard Row to Hoe in Order to
Get an Education.

David Starr Jordan, president of Stanford University and the leading
authority on fishes in the United States, was a farm boy from Gainsville,
New York, when he joined the first class that entered Cornell University.
He had little money, but he got along comfortably by waiting on table,
husking corn, taking care of lawns, digging ditches and tutoring. It was
the proper way to work through college, for he says: "A young man is not
worth educating who cannot work through college that way."

He became an instructor in botany while still a junior