"
This young man of eighteen was precocious and extravagant.
"I say, mater," he said, over the cheese, "can you lend me fifty
dollars?"
Mr. Alpha broke in sharply:
"What are you worrying your mother about money for? You know I won't
have it. And I won't have you getting into debt either."
"Well, dad, will you buy a picture from me?"
"Do me a good sketch of your mother, and I'll give you fifty dollars
for it."
"Cash in advance?"
"Yes--on your promise. But understand, no debts."
The eldest son, fitly enough, was in the business. Not, however, too
much in the business. He put in time at the office regularly. He was
going to be a partner, and the business would ultimately descend to
him. But the business wrinkled not his brow. Mr. Alpha was quite ready
to assume every responsibility and care. He had brains and energy
enough, and something considerable over. Enough over, indeed, to run
the house and grounds. Mrs. Alpha could always sleep soundly at night
secure in the thought that her husband would smooth away every
difficulty for her. He could do all things so much more efficiently
than she could, were it tackling a cook or a tradesman, or deciding
about the pattern of flowers in a garden-bed.
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