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man, encouraged by the tailor’s boldness, de-
manded,

“Ton’t you believe in luck, Professor Allen?
T’ll warrant you do. And if so, what is it?”

The professor took off his spectacles, put
his Bible in his pocket and looked around him
with twinkling eyes. “I’ll tell you people what
a wise friend of mine told me once in answer to
that question. ‘Of course, there’s luck,’ said
he, ‘but it’s only another name for Heaven’s
protection. The lucky man is the man under
the protection of Heaven, and the unlucky man
is the one who stays outside that protection’.”

“Like an umbrella in a rainstorm,” jeered
the little tailor.

“An umbrella in a rainstorm is a good thing
to have, my friend.”

“Your theory won’t hold water, professor.
*Tain’t like the umbrella. There’s some mighty
bad characters found fortunes in the gold
mines, and you know it as well as I do!”

“My friend, my friends,” and the professor
waved his hand to include them all, “remember
this. God’s protection may mean protection
from what with our short sight we would call
good luck. Think of that if you don’t strike

Bo

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