A RICH POOR MAN AND A POOR RICH ONE. J 



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 even- 

 ing. 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 holidays ; 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 news- 

 papers deploring the loss which the institution 

 had suffered. " He died in harness," said one 

 of his fellow-directors to the reporter of a news- 

 paper, "a representative 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 beyond lard and discounts, 

 he was an important figure in the community. 

 Books, art, music, were nothing to him ; and if 

 a man's name was not a good one to have upon 



