"
"But he's worth two million, they say."
"Yes, but he never earned it, and he never worked for it, and he
doesn't now. Do you want to follow in his footsteps?"
"No--not with all his money." This came in a decided tone. "But
surely you wouldn't want me to work with my hands, would you?"
"I certainly should, if necessary."
Jack looked at him, and a shade of disappointment crossed his
face.
"But I COULDN'T do anything menial."
"There isn't anything menial in any kind of work from cleaning a
stable up! The menial things are the evasions of work--tricks by
which men are cheated out of their just dues."
"Stock gambling?"
"Yes--sometimes, when the truth is withheld."
"That's what I think; that's what I meant last night when I told
you about the faro-bank. I laughed over it, and yet I can't see
much difference, although I have never seen one."
"So I understood, but you were wrong about it. Your uncle bears a
very good name in the Street. He is not as much to blame as the
system. Perhaps some day the firm will become real bankers, than
which there is no more honorable calling.
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