He got his inheritance, of course.
Don't we all get ours? Sometimes it skips a generation--some times
two--but generally we are wearing the old gentleman's suit of
clothes cut down to fit our small bodies, making believe all the
time that they are our very own, unconscious of the discerning
eyes who recognize their cut and origin.
Nothing tangible, it is safe to say, came with Garry's share of
the estate--and he got it all. That is, nothing he could exchange
for value received--no houses or lots, or stocks or bonds. It was
the INTANGIBLE that proved his richest possession, viz.:--a
certain buoyancy of spirits; a cheery, optimistic view of life; a
winning personality and the power of both making and holding
friends. With this came another asset--the willingness to take
chances, and still a third--an absolute belief in his luck. Down
at the bottom of the box littered with old papers, unpaid tax
bills and protested notes--all valueless--was a fourth which his
father used to fish out when every other asset failed--a certain
confidence in the turn of a card.
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