of the open fire-door: but this locomotive could talk, and the words shook and stirred the boy to the core of his soul. At last Cheyne pitched away the cigar-butt, and the two sat in the dark over the lapping water.
“I’ve never told that to anyone before,” said the father.
Harvey gasped.
“It’s just the greatest thing that ever was!” said he.
“That’s what I got . Now I’m coming to what I didn’t get. It won’t sound much of anything to you, but I don’t wish you to be as old as I am before you find out. I can handle men, of course, and I’m no fool along my own lines, but—but—I can’t compete with the man who has been taught ! I’ve picked up as I went along, and I guess it sticks out all over me.”
“I’ve never seen it,” said the son, indignantly.
“You will, though, Harve. You will—just as soon as you’re through college. Don’t I know it? Don’t I know the look on men’s faces when they think me a—a ‘mucker,’ as they call it out here? I can break them to little pieces—yes—but I can’t get back at ’em to hurt ’em where they live. I don’t say they’re ’way ’way up, but I feel I’m ’way, ’way, ’way off, somehow. Now you’ve got your chance. You’ve got to soak up all the learning that’s around, and you’ll live with a crowd that are doing the same thing. They’ll be doing it for a few thousand dollars a year at most; but remember you’ll be doing it for millions. You’ll