done it! I’ve done it! Whoopee!” said E. Van Tenner, dancing upon the marble floor.     

       “Police!” said the telephone girl.     

       With the purpose of calling up the beggar on his own phone, free of charge, E. Van Tenner hurried joyously to his office. The beggar was there awaiting him.     

       “Well?” said he.     

       “Yes,” said E. Van Tenner.     

       “Two stamps?”      

       “And two cents over for a third. The magic worked.”      

       “What about the price of the lessons?”      

       “Lessons?”      

       “Haven’t you learned anything in the last twenty-four hours?”      

       E. Van Tenner considered. “I’ve learned that every time I spend a dollar I spend an extra quarter for vanity and a dime for timidity. I’ve learned how to go without things I don’t want, and to stop doing things I dislike myself for doing. I’ve learned the difference between parsimony and thrift.”      

       “Is it worth anything to you?” insinuated the worker of white magic.     

       “How many stamps can I take?”      

       “One hundred and ninety-eight more. That’ll make your total investment       $828 and it’ll bring you in $1000 at maturity.”      

       “I’ll buy.” Thus did E. Van Tenner, exwaster, join the Take-the-Limit Club.     

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