Los Angeles herald., 1910-12-11

mountains far away to the westward
Il was just such young fellow as you Joseph,
when l made up my mind that this was no place
for me-and now"
Joseph brought his face slowly away from the
streaked western sky, to the puffy figure OF Mr.
Seabury Then he dug his heels little deeper into
the turf braced his back against the door-post and
stared away at the distant hills.
There two things to remember, Joseph. One
is that you've got to rise by hard work. in any hon
est business, and the other is that you cant make
money where there isn't any. I was seventeen when
l went away to the city, with my clothes in a bundle
and less than dollar in my pocket | had nobody
to help and l needed nobody.
Il got a place to work in a dry-goods house for
three dollars week and I left that store till
last year when retired from the presidency OF the
honor in New York than to be president of
Abbott, Schiff and Company. But l did it by hard
work"
Joseph shifted his seat from the soft sand to the
door-sill and rose slowly to his feet.
Take my advice, boy, and clear out Pack up
to New York somehow if you have to walk. II you
work as did you'll win out" And then after a
pause he added:
4 '4FS dc y9a not tGinE fGGiHs to t ahy5 t5y!'
Mr. Seabury shifted disgustediy
"I suppose you haven't the spunk. Wouldn't you
like to get along IN the word?'
ooh, yes, suppose SO"
We'll I've been talking to you all summer now
in Abbott, Schffs?"
about week" Joseph answered slowly But he
What do you expect you'll amount to anyway"
asked Mr.. Seabury.
81 don't know"
what do you want to be-a farmer?"
And Mr.. Seabury leaned back and laughed.
I'D like to work think would like it. But
an ronG to wGrK mere d3n by nS an to w g to the % o
But Mr.. Seabury did not understand-would not
listen and Joseph went away slowly, his hands deep
in his pockets and his head bent toward the ground
faced
doing something, before his father fastened the
yoke of farm work permanently his shoulders.
He had just turned from the winding driveway of
Mr.. Seaburys home the most palatial
house in Greenwich County" as Mr.. Seabury called
Hello, Joseph! Want ride?"
Joseph climbed in beside the thick-set occupant
of the buggy, his face aight. In all the county he
admired John Morton than any other mar.
He was prosperous but he was not pudgy lie had
been successful, but he not vain. He a
keen, athletic man, who in a few short years had
risen not from Office boy but from position of
responsibility which his education as an engineer
fitted him, to the control Of several large building
FIRMS and then retired To-day he active, Wig
orous and in every way an ideal to boy like
"Wel, Joseph what's up? Been visiting Croe-
"Yes, sir" Joseph answered, smiling
whats his advice tonight"
10 go to the city and start as he did"
"Dd he advise you to walk there?'
Eyes, with my clothes in brown paper parcel"
Joseph replied.
"Its the same old, old story. That's the biggest
nonsense of the age"
In the fading light Joseph watched the sand drip
from the buggy Wheels and soothed himself with
the endless noises OF the night His mind was
graphing with the same old problem which every
boy meets when he first feels the respons sibtes OF
life and measures himself by the standards Of which
he has read and the examples which great men have
left behind them Somehow there was a world Of
comfort in the big strong, successful man beside
hm-a comfort great as the encouragement and
gloom which Mr.. Seabury diffused Mr Norton
Eead his thoughts.
81 don't know what the matter is" Joseph said
SFather says I lazy, and Mr.. Seabury said he
never saw boy with little get up and get But
well | don't feel bit as great men felt when
Ghey boys"
Nonsense, boy. They didn't feel that way. til
afterwards when they the story Of their lives
for the magazines Or if they did there wer. thou
sands of others who felt the same way and never
got bevond bookkeeoer's desk. Nobody ever tells
6bout the who trudPed to the city with less
fhan dollar in thei- pockets and died there years
afterwards without much more. Good boys win and
good BOYS fail But most men win, not because
thev Industrious and wiped their feet and SAID
Sir but because when thew met good opportunity
they stuck to it, and wouldn't let go That's what
Seabury did only now he thinks he would have won
anyhow, matter where he landed"
"T would like TO work. I think would but !
don't want to stay here and farm it and don't want
TO go away to the city"