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SYNOPSIS
In 1785 Saul Pattern of Virginia
•came into the beautiful virgin coun
try of the Big Sandy valley in
Kentucky. Chief of the perils were
the Shawnees, who sought to hold
their lands from the ever-encroach
ing w'hltes. From a huge pinnacle
■Saul gazed upon the fat bottoms and
the endless acres of forest in its pri
meval quietude at the mouth of the
Wolfpen, and felt an eagerness to
possess it, declaring it a place fit
for a man to LIVE in! Five years
later he returned with Barton, his
fifteen-year-old son, and built a rude
cabin. In Saul’s absence the In
dians attacked Barton and wounded
him so badly Saul was forced to re
turn with him to Virginia. In 1796,
when it was reasonably safe, Saul
returned with his family and a pat
ent for 4,000 acres, this time to
stay. He added to the cabin, planted
crops and fattened his stock on the
rich meadows. Soon other settlers
Arrived. A century later, in the
spring of 1885, we find Cynthia Pat
tern, of the fifth generation follow
ing Saul, perched on the pinnacle
from which her great-great-grand
father had first viewed Wolfpen Bot
toms. The valleys, heretofore un
touched by the waves of change
sweeping the Republic, are at last
beginning to feel that restless surge.
Her dad, Sparrel, and her brothers,
Jesse, Jasper and Abral, convert the
old water - wheeled mill to steam
power. Cynthia feels that something
out of the past has been buried with
Saul. Cynthia is pretty and imagina
tive miss in her late teens, who often
re-created Saul and her other fore
bears, and fancied them still living.
Sparrel proudly brings home the
first meal out of the steam mill, and
Julia, his wife, is pleased. Genera
tion after generation has added com
forts and conveniences to Saul’s
homestead, and Sparrel has not
shirked. The family goes easily into
the work of the new season, due to
the simplicity of life designed long
ago on the Wolfpen, Joy Is abun
idant. Jesse plans to study law. A
'stranger, Shellenberger by name,
comes to Wolfpen, intent on buying
timber. Sparrel refuses his offer.
Shellenberger tells of progress in the
outside world. With the advent of
Shellenberger some intangible dis
turbing alteration seems to affect
the atmosphere of Wolfpen. Spar
rel decides to sell timber land to
Shellenberger.
CHAPTER V—Continued
“Yes. I want to know law and
be a lawyer like you.”
Tandy studied him as though he
were about to seat a juror.
“Well. Do you honest?”
“I sure do. I just wondered If
you’d take me into your office here
with you and help me learn law. I
might be able to help you a right
smart looking up things for you
and writing papers.” His eagerness
mounted with the words and quiv
ered in his throat.
“Well, now, I don’t hardly know,
Jesse. When would you want to
come?”
"Not much before fall I don’t
reckon till things about the place
are up in shape. But I thought
if . . .”
“How much schooling have you
had, Jesse?”
“A righ smast. Five winters at
Gannon Creek school. And then
I’ve read all Dad’s books over and
I always read the Cincinnati Week
ly Gazette.”
“Well, now, I don’t hardly know,
Jesse.” Tandy walked about the
room impressively.
“I thought if you’d agree to it I
could take one of your books over
home and get started some before
fall."
“Well, Jesse, I’ll tell you. If you’ve
made up your mind to follow the
law, I’ll be glad to have you. Things
are slack right now, but they’re go
ing to pick up before long around
here. I’m getting practice down
the river now and it’ll be handy to
have somebody here in the office.”
“I’ll be much obliged to you,”
Jesse said.
“Don’t mention it.”
Tandy showed him some of the
law books and told him how they
were arranged in series and how
you found by number the statute
and judgments on a case. “And
here’s a brand-new book. I ain’t
even read myself. You take it and
read it. It’s the bed-rock of the
study of law."
He placed in Jesse’s hands the
Cooley edition of Blackstone's
“Commentaries on the Laws of
England,” with reference notes to
English and American decisions and
statutes to date (1884) and some
considerations regarding the study
of the law.
Jesse spilled the folios from his
lap, and took into his plow - har
dened hands the unopened volume
of bed-rock law. After a while he
found himself up by the fenc“
around the high grounds of the In
stitute above the crowded town. He
sat on a log in the sun, his eyes
moving from the book down to the
^court-house steeple and the wharf,
then back to the book, projecting
himself into the day when he would
he a great lawyer like Tandy Mor
gan, and have an oflice and clients
to plead for. He was absorbed be
yond all disturbance. The morn
ing passed, midday came and went
without suggesting food, and the
dream and the book full of strange
and puzzling words like libelant
and argumentum and hominem ab
sorbed him Into the middle of the
afternoon. Then be came to, see
ing that the square was emptying
of horses and men. He got stiffly
to his feet, placed the book awk
wardly under bis coat nnd hurried
down to the stable for the long
ride back to Wolfpen.
When Sparrel detached himself
from his boys, he walked by the
bank nnd the three stores, greeting
the men he knew, nnd up to the
corner of the Gibson House. The
tiling Sparrel had made his mind up
to, now wavered within him, nnd in
stead of going in at once, lie turned
nnd went back down the street,
greeting the men In the square, and
watching the horse traders riding
up and down the street before the
skeptical customers. He went on
around the court - house square,
slowly traversing Its four sides
banked with horses and snddle
mules hitched to the rails, and came
up to the Gibson House from the
opposite direction, and then, as
though the destined moment had
arrived, he lifted ills head above the
press of men nnd walked straight
Into the lobby of the Gibson House.
Sheilenberger was sitting In a
chair with his legs crossed and one
foot resting on the shelf of the bay
window, smoking, looking not at the
“Yes, I Want to Know Law and Be
a Lawyer Like You."
square but above It into the tim
bered mountains. He looked the
part of a well-to-do stranger tem
porarily isolated in a mountain
town.
There was no one else in the room.
Shellenberger stood up, and ex
tended his hand in eager hospitality.
“Good morning, Mr. Pattern 1"
“Howdy,” Sparrel said reservedly.
"Well, how are you this morning?”
“Well as common,” Sparrel said,
and then calmly in his slow voice
with the melody in It, “You got
around all right, I see.”
“I got around all right, thanks to
your mule. What do I owe you for
the use of it?”
“Nothing at all, nothing at alL
Glad to accommodate you.”
“Smoke?” Shellenberger offered a
cigar.
“No, but much obliged to you.”
They sat down.
“A good deal of trade on the riv
ers.”
“Yes. Pikeville is a right good
sized town now,” Sparrel said.
“And it will get better as this re
gion opens up.”
The subject was ready to be
brought into the open, but Sparrel
was still. Then Shellenberger
plunged.
“Well, Mr. Pattern, I rode by that
lower timber-land. It may not be
as good as I first thought, but I'll
stick to the proposition I made.
What do you say about it?"
“I don't guess I can do it,” Spar
rel said.
“You mean you won’t sell!" Shel
lenberger exclaimed.
“That's about what it amount to.”
“But why not, Pattern, why not?
Four dollars an acre is a big price.
Well, what do you want fur it?" he
demanded resolutely.
“F'ive dollars an acre."
Shellenberger smoked, making
&hort puffs, and twisting the cigar.
“You'll have it surveyed by a
competent man?” Shellenberger
said.
“I’ll board him," Sparrel said,
t.
“and you pay the wages against the
price of the land.”
The tension relaxed, there was a
pause, and Shellenberger said, more
naturally and pleasantly, “You're
robbing and cheating me, Mr. Pat
tern, but I’ll do It And we’ll get a
man over there as soon as possible.
Do you know anybody?”
“I've heard of a good man down
at Catlettsburg.”
“What’s his name?”
"Warren.”
“I’ll see him when I go down to
morrow and send him up if I can
and I’ll be back in here In a couple
of weeks or so."
As Sparrel walked through the
square, greeting the men, talking
of the crops and the price of cattle,
the feeling that he had made a
good bargain with the extra dollar
sustained him in the bnckwash of
doubt that followed the important
and irrevocable decision.
Jasper was already at the stable.
Jesse, with the book under his coat,
came breathlessly with long strides
through the open doors just ns Har
din Slusser brought the mules from
the stalls.
“Did you make out all right?”
Sparrel asked.
“I got what I came for,” Jesse
said, mounting.
“You know we got an extra mule
here,” Jasper said.
“It seems like a waste just to lead
her,” Hardin sputtered.
Jasper had no retort. He swung
into the saddle.
Then as Sparrel mounted and
started to go without saying any
thing. Ilnrdrn could wait no longer
for the news. “Did you trade any
with that feller, Sparrel?"
“I figure I may do some business
with him, later on," Sparrel said.
He rode out of the stable and down
the road followed by Jasper and
Jesse.
CHAPTER VI
WOLFPEN seemed emptied to
Cynthia when Sparrel and
Jesse and Jasper had ridden out
of it.
Or, perhaps, the feel of emptiness
was only the moment of unusual
stillness between the tumult of day
break and the loi.ely, eadenced si
lence of a mountain farm when
people were not about: tufted car
dlnais flashing red among the cher
ry blossoms and scattering liquid
notes on the morning like a flutter
of released petal spiraling to the
ground; bleating lambs leaping nerv
ously and awkwardly about the lot,
still dazed and bewildered by the
new and unfamiliar world Into
which they had suddenly been
dropped.
Slowly she went back to the house
and put the kitchen in order. Julia
had gone out to her garden. Abral
had disappeared into one of the hol
lows. The wonted equilibrium was
even more upset within, and she
could feel the fragments moving
about her Into new arrangements.
She went upstairs and sat on the
foot of her bed looking out on the or
chard. “The world looks different
to a body when you look out of an
upstairs window. What would It be
like If you were always above It as
high as a house Instead of down In
it as low as a man and looked over
an orchard in bloom the way you
look over a cornfield in June? Would
you still feel a bit twisted out of
shape Inside because of the way
your folks and things move about
in the bottoms? I feel like Pm be
ing pulled by something that Is
moving around the place and taking
me with It, and I guess I’ll just go."
It was the smell of the orchard
surging through the window and
retreating with the wind that did
the pulling. She wandered down
among the apple trees where the
bees were diving in the golden
dust in the pollen centers, and the
gray-blue catbirds were flutter
ing with no sound through the
branches.
The wavering bleat of a young
lamb ran over the jagged shingles
of the barn roof and broke into
pieces about her. That reminded
her of Jesse’s charge and she went
down to the barn and leaned over
the bars of the sheep-lot. By the
door in the sun lay like a piece of
cloud a little pile of white fleece,
and on the wall was stretched the
raw hide to dry before it went on
to Sparrel’s tunning vat. The sight
of these things made her heart
heavy with the thought of birth
and death.
The ewes in the lot were placid
with the weight and experience of
timeless and ageless years of bear
ing and being born. Their uncon
cern for the lambs was for the mo
ment monumental. They lay in com
plete tranquillity under the sun as
though their energy had lied them
and was now leaping again in the
spindly legs of the new offspring.
She went quietly down to the
lower bars, and when she had slow
ly drawn them without disturbing
the calm which was on the sheep,
she drove them down to the creek
to water them. The shepherd
hounded off professionally down the
fence and across Wolfpen to pre
vent the sheep from scattering.
They hovered on the edge of the
creek in hesitation, lifting doubtful
heads toward Cynthia and then
staring at the dog. lie was alert
but motionless. Then one of the
oldest ewes accepted him and went
down into the water and drank. The
whole flock drank and then raised
their heads to look again, letting
a trickle of water dribble from the
tuft of fleece under their throats.
The same ewe started to cross the
creek, but the shepherd hr ered
his head and barked, ami she
turned back and was followed by
the others Into the pen. Cynthia
closed the bars.
“That’s better," she said, and the
dog muzzled her hand.
“Sheep live a calm and easy life,
don’t they, Shep? Never much to
bother them worse than your bark
that wouldn’t hurt a motherless
lamb if he just knew It. And al‘
ways somebody to see that they
have food and water. The women
always water the sheep; there’s
Bible for that. And come to think
of It the Bible women always met
their men at the well when they
watered their sheep. Let’s see:
there was Hebekah and Rachel and
Jethro’s daughter ... I wonder If
it would be better to be watering
a Hock of scared ewes, just putting
up the last bar like this for in
stance, and the stranger from an
other land would come up the path
and see you and say he had come
from a far place to find you and
could he water your flock for you?
No, I still think It would be bet
ter to be by the pear tree with a
sprig of blossom In your hand, for
likely as not all the silly lambs
would start bna-lng at once till a
body couldn't hear wlmt he was
saying."
When she had reached the end
of that dream, she found herself
back in the barnyard a little dazed
in her mood of idle and purpose
less wanderings, and there came
rushing back to her the vision of
Sparrel disappearing In the dawn
with Jasper, and of Jesse riding
away on a sudden notion. The un
balance returned and she followed
It through the sweet-potato patch
where the plants were beginning
to trail the suudy eartli with slen
der green tentacles, and down to
the creek. There was satisfaction
in this kind of Idleness, the cows
in the quiet of afternoon under a
chestnut tree staring into the great
peace beyond the world of wearied
flesh. She drifted without haste
to the sparse clump of w illows where
the water ceased flowing over the
serrated slate bottom and lapsed
into the profound peace of the mill
dam.
“Does running w-nter like to slip
into the pool and stop and lie
down like a tired ewe, or does It
try to get aw-ay again and run
down to the mill and tumble with
the big wheel, clasping its paddles
and pulling It around while the wa
ter eases itself down to the creek
bed again like Jesse swinging to
the ground from the top branches
of a young sapling. I guess It’s
like sheep and people, that way,
and sometimes likes to lie quiet
and sometimes likes to pull on a
wheel and go some place else Just
to be where you’re not."
The shepherd, springing before
her around the willow trees, gave
a low growl and retreated a step.
Cynthia looked. It was nothing
more startling than a blncksnake,
and that was nothing at all because
Sparrel always kept one In the
corn-crib to catch mice. But while
she was yet speaking this to her
self, she felt her stomach tighten
Involuntarily and a wave of sick
ness gripped her abdomen and con
tracted up into her throat. The
thick black reptile was In the act
of swallowdng a coppered-colored
toad with blue warts on Its back.
It had already sucked into Its gul
let both twitching bind legs, and
the lubricating slime from Its ex
tended mouth was oozing out In a
white froth to engulf the quivering
front legs and the trembling throat.
The glassy eyes of the terrified
toad bulged out In a death panic.
It seemed to Cynthia that they
w-ere fastened upon her, and she
became the suffering animal, en
dowing the toad with her own re
vulsions, feeling her own legs en
gulfed and absorbed into the rep
tile.
She picked up a stick and punched
the snake on the neck. Fright sud
denly seized It. In a trickle of slime
It ejected the toad, and slid In ter
ror back into the bushes across the
path. Cynthia controlled the pang
of nausea as she watched the par
alyzed toad try to move Its help
less legs. She pushed It gently un
der a ledge In the rock bank and
left It there.
She stood for n moment where
she had sat watching the bubbles
and the minnow's, relaxing but still
disturbed and breathless. “There
now, Cynthia Pattern, what are you
going to do and think next, any
way? Why did you go and do that?
Snakes have to live too; and you
hate to see such things but still
they go on all the time and you
don’t think anything about it. It
must be the seeing of It.” And try
ing to shake off the revulsion, she
shuddered and ran down to the mill
again.
She tossed the stick Into Wolf
pen, watching it float away toward
Gannon creek. One end caught on a
rock and stood while the other
moved slowly around with the cur
rent and set it free. She followed
it through the Y Meadow and Into
Gnnnon where It gathered speed
and soon disappeared around the
bend.
’ Language of Jesus
While scholars are not agreed as
to the language spoken by Jesus, it
is generally supposed that it was
the Galilean dialect of the Aramaic
or Syriac language, a corrupted
form of the Hebrew proper. This
was the language of the common
people, while Hebrew remained the
learned and sacred language of the
Jews. Both Latin and Greek were
also used In Palestine, particularly
by the Roman rulers and the trad
ing classes.
ThiJttanUlhoOO
Tales and
, Traditions
from American
Political History
•T
FRANK I. HAOKN
AMD
I IMP scon WATSON
THE BIG SHOW COSTS
COME presidential candidates are
^ wafted into office on a cloud of
smoke while the aspirations of oth
ers are dashed to oblivion by the
same breeze.
All of which is by way of saying
that the cigar^making industry is
due for a boom, now that a presi
dential election year is with us.
As far back as 1888 when Harrison
was elected the astounding num
ber of 100,000,000 more cigars were
manufactured than the preceding
year. By 1920 and its increased
population the boost in cigar mak
ing for the presidential year came
to the tidy total of $20,000,000 above
that of 1919.
The astonishing thing about the
big, countrywide show of an elec
tion is that the Havana filler the
politician stuffs into your moth is
merely an item in the whole cam
paign and election costs. The lat
ter, it has been estimated by com
petent and conservative observers,
reaches $40,000,000.
In addition to that huge sum there
are other millions impossible to
compute.
Out of all this spending it Is
perhaps fortunate for the Ameri
can public that usually more good
than merely the choosing of a Pres
ident is the result.
For one thing, hundreds of thou
sands of persons are employed—
not the least of them being news
paper workers who figure briefly
but actively in compiling election
returns.
In Chicago, for example, the busi
ness of collecting returns is in
the hands of the police. An offi
cer visits each precinct, obtains
two results of the vote. One of
these he speeds to the board of
election commissioners, the other
to the City News Bureau which has
moved bodily into Chicago’s coun
cil chambers for the evening.
Rents are paid out for organiza
tion quarters, down to the smallest
precinct; spellbinders are em
ployed, with all expenses paid;
bands are hired; banquets are
spread . . . and the politicians
pass out cigars.
Did we say $40,000,000 expense?
Well, it’s a conservative estimate,
anyway.
CROPS AND ELECTIONS
IF THE Democratic party is dubi
ous about the 1936 election it
may be because of the drought.
History of our political cam
paigns indicates that the size of
crops has an important bearing on
national elections. In other words,
if there be a scarcity of farm prod
ucts, the party in power is turned
out of office.
None can say that this is an in
fallible rule, yel there are notable
periods and events which tend to
prove its truth. A seven years’
drought, for example, starting in
1833, is the first widespread de
struction of crops jf which there
is record. At the end of it, Martin
Van Buren was voted out of office
and the Whigs came in with a great
show of strength.
A second drought occurred short
ly before the Civil war, but the
latter event dominated, of course,
every trend of political develop
ment for that period. In 1874 there
was a large Republican majority
in the lower branch of congress
. . . but there hac’ been drought
years immediately preceding, and
Democratic congressmen were
elected in droves.
Beginning in 1887, ten years
showed a deficiency of rainfall and
crops naturally suffered. It was
during this period, perhaps more
than in any other, that the Ameri
can voter practiced assiduously his
right to vote parties in and out of
power.
Conditions may be changed today.
The Democratic party, which hap
pens to be in the saddle, has sur
vived one of the country’s worst j
crop years, 1934. There are politi
cal observers who assert that we
are too much an industrial nation
today for Old Man Weather to lay
such a heavy hand on political for
tunes.
Only time will tell if this estimate
of the situation is correct. When
this is written, however, indications
point clearly that burning, dry
winds have destroyed a large part
of the spring wheat crop in the
Dakotas and Montana.
Industrial nation or not. it is at
least an even bet that when the
campaign warms up particular at
tention will be paid to those three
states by Messrs. Hamilton and
Farley—not to mention Congress
man Lemke, who hails from that
area himself.
<B Western Newspaper Union.
111,1
Ilotel Register Publicity
Up to 1840 American hotel regis
ters sometimes competed in inter
est with the publications of their
day. Guests not only entered their
names and addresses but also their i
business, merits of their product,
their choice for President, reason
for leaving their wives at home—
and puns, poems and Indecent sto
ries. After their departure, says t
Collier’s Weekly, the proprietor en
tered his opiniou of them with
phrases such as "fat but pretty"
and "forgot to settle."
Fair Enough
By STANLEY CORDELL
© Associated Newspapers.
WNU Service.
WHEN Barry Keith secured the
$40,000 a year job with the
Cranston Architectural company
both he and Alvina, his wife, figured
they would be able to save money.
Heretofore, Barry’s income had, in
a good year, totaled around $4,000,
hence they were used to a moderate
manner of living.
“We’U move down to Newmont,”
Barry said, “and live there for
awhile. Forty grand a year! Man!
Say, we’ll be able to sock more
than half of it in the bank. In five
year’s time we’ll have a neat little
pile. Then we can buy a place up
in the country and live the way
we’ve always wanted to live.”
"It'll be grand!” Alvina agreed,
eyes shininp. “But we must remem
ber to save.”
Which was nice philosophy. They
remembered to save all right. But
they didn’t save. They couldn’t.
When you're earning a salary of
$40,000 a year and depending upon
society to give you your business,
you have to put up a front. And
putting up a front in a city like
Newmont is expensive.
For one thing, you have to enter
tain, and entertain a lot. You have
to furnish your house with the most
costly appointments, and not one
but two motor cars. IVIost impor
tant of all, you have to dress.
And you can’t go shopping for your
clothes in bargain basement.* or at
department store counters. You vis
it exclusive shops, patronize fash
ionable dressmakers. You pay
more for one dress than your entire
last year’s wardrobe cost.
The thing that gripped Alvina the
most was that in order to keep up
appearances she was expected
never to appear twice in the same
evening gown. Even with $40,000 a
year to fall back on that little whim
of fashionable society seemed fool
ish and ridiculous.
It seemed that way to Barry, too.
At the end of each month Barry
looked over the bills and whistled
through his teeth and wondered
where the money was coming from
to buy the little place in the coun
try. At this rate they’d never be
able to buy anything. So far they
hadn’t saved a dime.
Another month passed and a new
flock of bills came in. Looking them
over, Barry was mildly surprised
to find that they totaled less than
on the month previous. Consider
ably less. This puzzled him. He
checked over the items and dis
covered that statements from ex
clusive women’s shops were con
spicuously lacking. He frowned.
Alvina still looked as smart as ever,
still wore new gowns and hats and
shoes.
For just a moment an ugly sus
picion flashed across Barry’s mind.
Alvina was dressing as expensively
as ever, yet the monthly bills re
vealed that she was buying less.
Where, then, was she getting her
new clothes? Or where was she get
ting the money to pay for them?
He dismissed the thought with a
gesture of irritation. He was a fool
to even consider such a thing.
In the weeks that followed, how
ever, the ugly suspicion kept as
serting itself despite his best efforts,
provoked by the fact that each time
they went out Alvina was expen
sively gowned and hatted in clothes
that were new and bore the trade
marks of the smart shops. She was
getting them somewhere and Barry
wasn’t paying for them, a fact
evidenced by the following month’s
statement.
Barry allowed two more months
to slip by before he broke down.
Then it was (he assured himself)
curiosity more than suspicion that
prompted his inquiry.
Alvina looked at him queerly, if
not guiltily, when he asked the ques
tion. And then suddenly she sighed
deeply and assumed the well
you’ve-found-me - out -1 - might - as
well-tell attitude.
“You’ll probably think it dreadful
of me, darling, but — well, after
three months of our present hectic
existence I came to realize that we i
were defeating our own purpose.
We weren’t saving a cent, and
we weren’t as happy. Yet we had
to keep up appearances. I began
studying the situation and I caught
on to the fact that everywhere we
traded merchants and dressmakers
and shop owners charged us ac
cording to what they thought we
could pay.
“So I fell to thinking, and at last
I contrived a way to beat them at
their own game. I simply went down
to So and So’s and ordered three or
four gowns sent up on approval. If
we were going out that night I’d
wear one, and return them all the
next day. I did the same with hats.
It worked fine. I had a new hat and
a new gown from the right shops
every time we went out and only
occasionally would I have to buy
one. Also, it gave me an oppor
tunity to save money—”
Alvina broke ofl, because Barry
was staring at her in amazement.
But the look was tinged with relief.
He grinned. “Well, I’ll be—*Vina,
suppose we don’t wait till we get
our nest egg of a hundred thousand?
Let’s be satisfied with quarter of
that much and live the way we
want to.’’
“Grand!” said Alvina. “I did feel
guilty about it. It'll be fun and much
more satisfactory being honest with
ourselves once more—and trying to
save money honestly!”
Utuda
ScujA:
There's the Harm
A man thinks a great deal of
his political party, but very often
not enough to vote.
There is something relentless in
the speed with which a village
decides a man doesn’t amount to
much. He can fool a city much
longer.
The man with a smile doesn’t
get along as fast as the man with
a backbone.
To Say the Least
One may be indifferent to the
wickedness of profanity; but it
has to be admitted that it sounds
coarse and cheap.
If one has an inferiority com
plex, it is probably his own fault.
Babies don’t have any such thing.
A drowsy loyalty to one’s town
becomes wide awake in time of
disaster.
Most people are timid enough
so that when they do their hat
ing the object of their hatred
doesn’t know it.
Rather in All of Us
What is the mental defect in so
many of us, that makes it impos
sible for us to understand fi
nance?
A young man in love thinks
that the ability of his girl to make
gcod bread is mere gilding of the
lily.
What we call confidence in our
selves we call conceit in others.
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