A Rich Poor Man 



wealth he built himself a pleasant though com- 

 monplace home, the house surrounded by large 

 grounds, in which a dozen gardeners were kept 

 busy. When not too tired, it was his practice 

 to stroll through his grounds and garden in the 

 cool of the evening. But his attachment to 

 his country home in New Jersey was not such 

 as to keep him from going to the city every 

 day in the year except Sundays and legal holi- 

 days; it was his boast that he never took a 

 vacation, poor man. At half-past seven in the 

 morning his carriage took him to the station, 

 and at six o'clock in the evening it took him 

 home again. He was a bank director never 

 known to miss a board meeting ; and when he 

 died the directors of his bank had resolutions 

 printed in several newspapers deploring the 

 loss which the institution had suffered. "He 

 died in harness, ' ' said one of his fellow-directors 

 to the reporter of a newspaper, "a representa- 

 tive American business man. His knowledge 

 of the lard market was wonderful; he could 

 give you off-hand the day's quotations in lard 

 for Chicago, Buenos Ayres, London, Paris, 

 and Timbuctoo." A man without an idea be- 



