WORK OR PLAY?
"Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get."
Two men were driving in a hansom cab westward through Cockspur Street. One, a large individual of a bovine placidity, wore the Queen's uniform, and carried himself with a solid dignity faintly suggestive of a lighthouse. The other, a narrower man, with a keen, fair face and eyes that had an habitual smile, wore another uniform--that of society. He was well dressed, and, what is rarer carried his fine clothes with such assurance that their fineness seemed not only natural but indispensable.
"Sic transit the glory of this world," he was saying. At this moment three men on the pavement--the usual men on the pavement at such times--turned and looked into the cab.
"'Ere's White!" cried one of them. "White--dash his eyes! Brayvo! brayvo, White!"
And all three raised a shout which seemed t