The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-07-26
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 At the age of forty-seven Harry Lampirthy was an old man. His face was lined and furrowed with care. He was almost bald. and the tufts of hair by his ears were q dirty white Ills started at the fall of a coal in the grate He was the richest man in the world, but he had worn out body. heart ana brain in the struggle for that bad eminence."
 Mflionaries are populariy supposed to be troubled by the possession cf great wealth. But 1t is not that which troubles them. It is the getting of it which is the constant anxiety. For 1t is the peculiar curse of these men that they are forbidden to rest. that the desire for more gold becomes disease. that they are bound to so on working until they die There Is nothing left one million on the top of another. It is indeed the only thing that keeps them alive.
 Some men can start a new life in directing the fortunes of their children. But Harry Lampirthy was denied this blessing. He was childiess. A little stepdaughter. the child of his wife by a former husband, was the ultimate heir to the Lampirthy millions. She promised to be as vain and empty headed as her mother.
 The great millionaire stared at the fire. and wondered whether he would ever be able to find in life some ab- sorbing interest which would destroy and take the place of desire for more money. He was tired of everything. Neither art nor literature appealed to him Mere bodily pleasures had no at. traction for the man who could pur- chase anything he desired. He had not even . craving for self-advertisemen He had made up his mind that the giv- ing of money for charitable purposes was not at all satisfactory.
 Charity" he once said to . bishop an reply to a request for money. lis ali very well for the giver, if it makes him feel pleased with himself. But 1t doesn't have that effect on me. feel that the money is wasted. 1t will not remove, and will scarcely alleviate, the poverty and misery which are fnsepar- able parts of our social syatem. Bring me scheme which will strike at inc root Of the whole evil. which will alter the system itself. and will listen to you. The transference of money from the rich to the poor is but the tossing to and fro of ball. It all comes back to us again, every cent of it."
 'Yet the mere holding of the ball for a little while" the preiate had replied, ''may bring happiness"
 'Illusory, vain. useless. It does no real good. It only makes 1t ali the harder to throw 1t back agaln."
 Such were Mfr. Lampirthy's views on charity. and, as he sat before the fire and gazed at the red-hot coAls. he saw no opening for his energies in the field of charity. He knew that he could endow all the charities in Eng land. but the giving of the money would afford him no pleasure. and could not in any way take the place of the desire for more wealth which was still the ruling passion of his life.
 After q while he rose to his feet and rang the bell.
 Please tell Mir. Dixon that I wish to see him" he said as a man-servant entered.
 In less than minute Mir Dixon. first secretary and confidential man. ager of Mir. Lampirthy's business af- fairs, entered the room He opened the door swiftly and silently, as though Co show his eagerness. And he closed 1t softly. as though he were in a church He was young man of about twenty-eight, keen ana alert as a hawk, pitiless and cruel as the oldest lighter in the great arena of finance.
 "Sit down, Dixon. and take a cigar said Mir. Limpirthy. The young man pat down. but he refused the offer of anything to smoke.
 ''How's the big job7" asked MT. Lam- pirthy. after a short pause.
 'T've bought fifty more paper-mills Dn the terms you instructed me to of- Ter"
 "cood. Are any standing outY"
 ''Yes. sir. Some are standing out for