"i'm Good For Something."

A young man, whose bluntness was such that every effort to turn him to account in a dry good store was found to be nnavailable, received tho eustomary notice f rom his employer tliat he did not suit and must go. " But I'm good for sotnething," retnonstrated the young folio w, loth to be turued uto the street. " You are good for notbiug as a salesman any how," retorted the principal, regarding hitn fruta a business po int of view. " I'm sure I can be useíul," replied the young man. "How?" " Teil me bow." " I don't know, sir ; I don't know." " Nor do I, and the principal laughed as he saw the eagerness the lad disphtyed. " Only don't put me avvay, sir ; don't put me away. Try me at something besides selling; I cannot sell. I know I cannot sell." " I know that, too; that is what there is wrong." " But I can raake myself useful somehow, I know I can." The blunt boy who could not be turned uto a salesmau, and whose manner was so little captivating that he was nearly sent about his business, was accordingly tried at something else. He was plaeed in the eounting-house, where his aptitude for figures soon showed itgelf, and in a few yoars be became not only the chief cashier in the concern, but eminent as an accountant throughout Ose country. Bovs be sure and be " good for something."