No--be very
careful of gift money, my boy, and be very careful, also, of too
much of anybody's money--even your own. What makes me most glad in
this whole affair is that Guthrie didn't give you a million--that
might have spoilt you. This is just enough. You and Ruth can start
square. You can help Henry--and you ought to, he has been mighty
good to you. And, best of all, you can keep at work. Yes--that's
the best part of it--that you can keep at work. Go right on as you
are; work every single day of your life, and earn your bread as
you have done ever since you left New York, and, one thing more,
and don't you ever forget it: Be sure you take your proper share
of fun and rest as you go. Eight hours' work, eight hours' play,
eight hours' sleep--that's the golden rule and the only one to
live by. Money will never get its grip on you if you keep this up.
This fortune hasn't yet tightened its fingers around your throat,
or you would never have come up here to give me half of it--and
never let it! Money is your servant, my boy, not your master.
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