Y., and
entered into the brokerage business there. As I grew up, I was educated
with the sole idea that the only purpose for which I had been created
was to get money. At home I was taught by my father, in school through
books, and at church by the pastor, that my success in life would be
judged according to the amount of money I could accumulate. Was it any
wonder, then, that I grew up to worship money as the real god, and to
finally sell my soul for it? Oh, the terrible curse of money! And what
an awful crime for parents to teach their children to love it! Had I not
been taught from infancy to crave money, I might have become a useful
member of the human family, and utilized my brain power for some worthy
cause, instead of using it to scheme, cheat, steal, and even murder, in
order that I might obtain it.
"Well, one day when I was about sixteen years old, my father, having
just returned from one of his western trips, informed me that he had
accidentally run across his brother James, the clergyman, in a little
Kansas town named Eden. He said that my uncle told him that his wife had
died sixteen years before, while giving birth to an only son, as they
were crossing the Atlantic Ocean. Subsequently this son, who had been
named John, ran away from home when he was but eleven years old, and had
never been seen or heard of since. My father said that Uncle James had
evidently brooded over the matter so long that he was broken down in
health and could not live much longer.
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