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exercise its fascination over me. I must have 

 been a thorn in the flesh to my father through 

 my interminable questions, but he answered with 

 infinite patience. The first of his brief lectures 

 on the subject related to commercial credit, and 

 was occasioned by his discovery among the par- 

 cels he had brought from the village store of a 

 package of powder and another of shot. It was 

 disclosed that I had given the order, and when 

 called to account I explained that I had told the 

 store-keeper to charge them. 



"But don't you know that when things are 

 charged, they have to be paid for sometime?" 

 asked my father. 



"I knew you paid sometimes, but I thought 

 when he charged things he gave them to you be- 

 cause you bought so many things of him," was 

 my earnest reply. Father laughed at that, but 

 when he saw the tears in my eyes he soothed my 

 bruised feelings with his kindly talk. 



"Coming events cast their shadows before," 

 and my interest in my father's teachings of the 



