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of love and labored in a thousand ways to make place for a man approaching middle age? Most them happy. He would have a long talk with
men, at his time of life, were busy reaping the Helen. He would put the whole thing clearly- profits of a useful business career. They weren't
And on the heels of his thought, the front rushing about trying to find new jobs. How door snapped shut. Faintly, he heard excited could he hope to compete with the energetic talking downstairs; then footsteps pattered youngsters who were everywhere bucking the toward him with a click-clack' that announced game? He was used up. He was old. He high French heels.
ought to be sitting in a rocker on his front “Da--ad! Dad!"
porch, living on the interest of his savings. “Coming,” he answered.
Where could he turn first? But before he had time to go to the door, a Monday morning came, and sheer force of radiant vision in summery white flew into the habit drew him from his bed at seven o'clock. room and almost strangled him in an embrace He had not yet told Evie, his wife, that he had of soft, warm arms.
been dismissed; so when he came downstairs, “Oh, daddy! I'm the happiest girl in all the his breakfast was, as usual, ready for him. world! Look!”
Silently he ate, then rose, kissed Evie, and de
parted. With his accustomed precision, he N spite of himself, David Pritchard was snapped the front gate and started down the
drawn into an exclamation at sight of the street at the same regular stride that brought great, sparkling diamond she proudly exhibited. him, within three-quarters of an hour, to the It certainly was big enough and brilliant. Such Winthrop Hardware Works. And so perfectly, a ring must have cost-, His eyes traveled to so automatically, did habit perform its function, his daughter's round, smooth face and were that he had almost turned in at the door when held by her own glorious eyes that glowed with he checked himself with a start and realized a new light. Their radiance fairly dazzled him that he no longer belonged here. and quite obliterated his previously formed He crossed the street and sat on the steps of a intention to have a long talk, to explain matters, brownstone house, lifting his eyes to the great, to point out the foolishness of marrying a man white factory. How tall a building it was! How like Robert Gilmore. Instead, he took his very many windows it had! Never before had he young, very pretty daughter in his arms and realized what an imposing structure was this kissed her.
place where he had spent the better part of his “Are you sure you love him, Helen?”
years. Up to now it had been but a large door “Dad! What a question! He's wonderful! through which he had passed twice a day. He He says-oh--the nicest things! And every- had never stood off and viewed it. He had lost body else thinks so much of him. You ought to his perspective. He was like the forester who is see how every one down at the bank shook so engrossed in clearing the small road before hands with him and congratulated him. The him, that he fails to grasp the beauty of the president told me I ought to be a very happy great woods that surround him. woman with such a man. Why don't you like him?"
HAT were those words above the door? “Wha--what? Why-why I do like him,
Industria et Progressia. That meant Helen."
industry and progress. Funny that he had “Oh, daddy, that's a whopper! You know never noted them before. Dully, he wondered you don't. And you can't fool me. I felt it all whether the other workers had ever thought along."
of their meaning. As he stared at those words, “Nonsense. It's your imagination. I've got a shade went up in the building and the blonde nothing against the young man. Moreover, if head of Miss Newcomb, the secretary, aphe makes you happy- Come now! There's peared at the window for an instant. mother calling. We'd better go down stairs.” What an enigma she was! In his day no one
Somehow, David Pritchard managed to get ever saw women like her in such positions. She through that day and the Sunday that followed. dressed like a fashion plate, with a subdued Numberless thoughts seethed through his mind; elegance that befitted women of high station. grievances poisonously brooded in his soul; Her nails were always glisteningly polished, her and silent revolts at the irony of fate tore at his face carefully powdered to present at all times consciousness. Wasn't it just like the very an appearance of freshness, and her hair smooth, contrariness of things for him to lose his job sleek, and artistically coifed. Yet she worked just when he needed it most?
with the efficiency and smoothness of a wellWhat was he to do now? Where was there a oiled machine.
And the menthe new men in the workswere just like her. When David Pritchard had been a young workingman, he went off in the morning in a third-best suit with his luncheon in a parcel under his arm. But these workersthese bumptious, new hustlers—when you saw them starting off to work, you thought they were bank presidents. And when they came back, they were just as immaculate. What a world-what a world this was!
For a whole week, David Pritchard sat off and regarded the factory that had been his aim every day for twenty years. In that week he
this Saturday, he took a different path homea path that lay through the park where congregated all the work-worn men, the failures, the shiftless, the cynics, and the railers against fate.
Only two weeks previous, he had regarded these idlers with impatient contempt. Often, as their querulous plaints reached his ears, he had a wild desire to grab hold of them and shake them into activity. He had wanted to yell at them, “Stop bemoaning your fate! Get up and work! Make the world give you what
learned a good many things about the Winthrop. Y versation, it came to him with driving
ET now, as he caught snatches of con
Hardware Works that he hadn't known before. In that week he learned, too, what it is to go about with a heavy heart that grew heavier with each passing day. He learned what it is to smile, to rejoice in Helen's good fortune, to feign enthusiasm before his wife, when all the time he was inwardly sick with too much gnawing.
Another Monday morning came around, and as he made his way to the brownstone house, he was surprised to find someone else sitting in his accustomed place.
“Well-why-Holden! You too?"
"Saturday. Just found a slip of paper telling me my services were no longer required. There was a note, however, which suggested that I work in some other factory for a while and return here in about six months."
-M," grunted David Pritchard. "Kind
suggestion. More than I got. I was just told to get! Ah, Holden, if old man Winthrop knew what was going on. That's always the way. A man works all his life to build something big for his sons, and when he dies, they run it promptly to ruin."
“You said something then, Pritchard! But all the same I didn't expect such a raw deal from Junior. I can't help thinking that he always was sort of decent about things."
“Decent?" David Pritchard almost shrieked the word. “Do you call it decent to fire men who have worked for you a lifetime? Do you call it decent to throw a man out after he's given his best years to make you rich? That's what he's done. I can't see anything decent in that!”
And so, with a renewed recital of grievances, the second week of David Pritchard's inactivity began to wear away. And then, one night, just as he had recalled with a sort of pang that he wouldn't be able to give Evie fifty dollars
force that he was just like these men. For almost two weeks he too, had lived in a realm of past accomplishments. Day in and day out, he had let a grievance get the better of him, had let it sap the ambition from him and make of him a sour, mean thing.
He looked down at his feet and noted how he ambled along, almost aimlessly. What had become of his firm stride, of his erect carriage, of the poise of his head, of his clear gaze? In less than two weeks he had aged years. At forty-fis he was an old man-just like these spineless creatures of the benches.
How could he ever have let himself believe such a thing? Why he, himself, knew dozens of men who were just accomplishing things at fifty! At fifty, old man Winthrop had seen his first big factory take form. At fifty-why, most of the really big statesmen, builders, writers, had achieved their greatest triumphs at fifty. It was an age of victory—not of failures!
Would he be a failure at forty-five? Would he fail Helen at her wedding? Would he be tortured by the knowledge that his only child must look back on the greatest moment of her life with a pang of hurt? Would he give that self-assured Robert a chance to reproach her with the fact that her father had let her go without a proper outfit, without a big wedding, without sufficient money to prove that she had not come to her husband quite penniless?
And Evie? Would he have to subject her to hardships all over again? Now, when she was all worn out with years of worrying, of saving, of pinching to pay for the house, would he have to make her start all over again? Perhaps they would have to mortgage the house and take in a roomer or two
He couldn't! He couldn't. It wasn't right. He wouldn't have it so. There must be a way out. He'd find a way out! If he had to battle against a whole world; if he had to get things by sheer force; if he had to step over everything
that stood in his way;
The firm's he would get what he “You've broken all records in the short time
sending me to Buffalo wanted! He would you've been here. Nothing would please me
for a few months. I'll wring it out by every
more than to give you the position. But --- I
send you more from effort known to man. David Pritchard drew himself erect.
there." He'd show that up
“But-but Dave. start Winthrop! He'd
What about Helen? show him whether he could put him out by just You know they are planning to be married in —firing him.
just about two months.” There flashed across his mind a picture of "I'll be back. Don't you worry. Our Helen himself at thirteen-fighting with the leader of won't go to the altar without me. I'll send her an opposing gang. He could hear himself gasp- some money to buy things, too. Now—” ing for breath, delivering blows that grew “Dave, do you know you've never been weaker and weaker while his assailant gained away from home in twenty-" in strength. And then he saw the other mem- "I know. I know. But it can't be helped. bers of his opponent's gang coming toward him, Now be a good scout, old lady. Don't make it and out of sheer frenzy he delivered a blow that too hard for me to go.” all but killed in its fury.
Arrived in Buffalo, he made his way to the He was up against the wall then. He was up Winthrop Hardware Works No. 3, and nosed against it now. Well—by Heaven!
about for an opening. He knew that he could David Pritchard did not go back the next day not apply for a position where too much would to sit with Pat Holden and talk about the old be asked about his previous experience. He days. Instead, he went to the bank and drew must start where the pinch for help was most two hundred dollars.
acute, where a ready arm would be welcomed "Evie,” he said to his wife, “Here's some
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Stamina from the Country
GREAT Roman prefect who was banished from the Imperial City by
country, said: “I have passed sixty and ten years upon this earth, but I have lived only seven of them.”
When Myron T. Herrick, the United States Ambassador to France, was asked the secret of his success, he replied: "First and foremost, I would say that the good health I got on the farm was the foundation of the equipment for my activities and whatever measure of success I have been able to achieve. The open-air life in the field and forest which instilled life and energy in me should have their just recognition as coming before all else.”
ENRY WARD BEECHER, who reverenced nature because it revealed
to him the unseen God, gave us in his "Star Papers” and “Eyes and Ears" unforgetable proofs of his love for her and his belief in Mother Earth as the unfailing source of our health and happiness.
The majority of the men who have made American history, who have put America in the forefront in every line of achievement, have been country bred. Do not forget, you successful men who have come from the country, that the secret of your staying-power came out of the soil, out of the healthful outdoor exercise, out of the sunshine, the pure air, the freedom from restraint in your play; that the very chores you were obliged to do in your boyhood, which you looked upon as terrible drawbacks to your happiness, contributed something to your present success; that your handiness with tools, the very muscle and initiative you developed in being compelled to make your own sleds, go-carts, toys and other things which are supplied ready made to the city boy, have had much to do with your all-around ability, your quickness of eye, your resourcefulness in planning and conducting your great business to-day.
HE country not only furnishes stability, power, stamina, virility, but
it is a great cure for morbidity, for all sorts of human ailments. It has wonderful healing and rectifying influence on the whole nature. In the country we breathe in beauty, peace, health, masterfulness, at every pore. It is the laboratory in which nature makes men. It is the workshop in which she not only generates native force, but in which she conducts a vast system of human repairs and rejuvenation.
Have you planned your vacation yet?