Edward Foreman had been verger at St. Peter's Church for 16 years and liked his job. He was waiting
the vicar. The vicar had just been appointed and the verger disliked him.
Soon the vicar came in and said: "Foreman, I've got
unpleasant to say to you. You have been here a great many years and I think you
your duties quite satisfactorily here; but I found out a most striking thing the other day. I discovered to my
that you could
read nor write. I think you must learn, Foreman."
"I'm afraid I can't now, sir. I'm
old a dog to learn new tricks."
"In that case, Foreman, I'm afraid you must go."
"Yes, sir, I quite understand. I shall be happy to hand in my
as soon as you have found somebody to take my place."
Up to now Edward's face hadn't shown
signs of emotion. But when he had closed the door of the church behind him his lips
He walked slowly with
He didn't know what to do with
a small sum of money but it was not enough to live on without doing something, and life cost more and more every year.
to him now that a cigarette would
him and since he was not a smoker and never had any in his pockets he looked for a shop where he could buy a packet of good cigarettes. It was a long street with all sorts of shops in it but there
not a single one where you could buy cigarettes.
"That's strange," said Edward. "I can't be the only man
walks along the street and wants to have a smoke," he thought. An idea struck him. Why shouldn't he
a little shop there? "Tobacco and Sweets." "That's an idea," he said.
He thought the matter
from every point of view and the next day he went to look for a suitable shop. And within a week the shop
opened and Edward was behind the
Edward Foreman did very well. Soon he decided that he
open another shop and
a manager. He looked for another long street that didn't have a tobacconist's in it and opened
shop. In the
of ten years he acquired no less than ten shops and was
a lot of money. Every Monday he
to all his shops, collected the week's takings and took them to the bank.
One morning the bank manager said that he wanted to talk to him.
"Mr. Foreman, do you know how much money you have got in the bank?"
"Well, I have a
"You have 30
dollars and it's a large sum. You should
it." We shall make you out a list of
which will bring you a better
rate of interest
the bank can give you."
There was a
look on Mr. Foreman's face. "And what will I have to do?"
worry," the banker smiled. "All you have to do
to read and to sign the papers."
"That's the trouble, sir. I can sign my name but I can't read."
manager was so surprised that he jumped up from his seat. He couldn't believe his ears.
"Good God, man, what would you be if you
able to read?!"
"I can tell you that, sir," said Mr. Foreman. "I
verger of St. Peter's church."
Ferenz List, the famous composer and pianist, was
very kind man. This story shows how kind he
. Once there lived a poor girl with
mother and a younger brother. The girl
music and was very talented. One day her brother caught a cold and
ill. The doctor
for but they were so
that they could not pay for
visit and the medicine he prescribed.
So the girl
of a plan. She decided that she
the people that Ferenz List had been teaching her music for some years already “If people
about List it will attract them to my concert and I will be able to earn some money to keep my brother”. And so she did.
But one day while she was looking
a newspaper she saw a note in which it was written that the famous composer Ferenz List was going
some concerts in their town. The girl was
that if List learned that she had told the people
, he would tell everybody that he never
her. As soon as List
the girl went to him and told him the whole story. After she finished List said: Sit down to the piano and
for me!” While she was playing List made some
and at the end of the class he said to the girl: ‘Now, when somebody asks you
your teacher is you can say it’s me, because I have given you my first class today!”
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