favorites of heaven, simply because they
have been endowed with that charming blindness which keeps them from
seeing when they are whipped in the battle of life. The man of success
has usually a greater sense of the value of a ten-dollar note than his
clerk who, like the braggart _Pistol_, has got the world for his oyster,
and expects to open that tough old mollusk with his rusty sword. The man
of success sees each young helper around him given better opportunities
than he himself had to begin with. His astonishment that inexperienced
young men should think they have no chance is always noticeable. He
half-envies some stripling soldier in the battle who is yet a high
private in the rear rank. The high private cannot understand how this
envy can be possible, and will not believe it exists. If you will study
the lucky man you will see that his "luck" is usually more of a matter
of course than an extraordinary happening. Reverse the thing, and you
can comprehend it. Here is a brakeman. He gets killed by the cars.

WAS IT NOT ASTONISHING?

Well, yes, it was; still, if anybody were going to be killed, the
brakeman would be the most likely to be the victim. Go to the accident
insurance office and observe how little anxious they are to take such a
risk, and what an enormous premium they ask when they do take one! Here
is a man running a powder-factory. The insurance men will not touch him
at all! Now our man of success is like the brakeman, in a sense. He is
always on the train, always between the cars, always standing in the
frog. If any such thing as luck is out, it must hit him, or some other
brakeman like him. Certainly, it will not touch the man asleep in his
house

HALF A MILE FROM THE TRACK!

You have a very small chance to draw money in a lottery, and it is a
very foolish thing to throw away earnings buying tickets--yet of two
fools who expected to draw the grand prize, that one would be the
greatest who had no ticket in the lottery! The man of success wants
something to strike around his premises. He, therefore, has got
conductors of the celestial fluid on his house, and on his barns. His
chicken-coops, his corn-cribs point to heaven, and even the stumps in
his back yard

BRISTLE WITH LIGHTNING-RODS.

Clap! comes the bolt; the man of success is the one who has been hit,
and those persons who do not understand it are astonished at his luck!
The man of success is a stone; there are a number of eggs who are