Honest." And he gave a
chuckle
I knew a man who bought a thousand-dollar fur coat and a
full-dress suit before he had learned to use a handkerchief. He
always had one in his pocket, but he would handle it gingerly, as
if he had not the heart to soil it, and then he would carefully fold it
again. The effect money had on this man was of quite another
nature than it was in the case of the bricklayer.
It had made him boisterously arrogant, blusteringly disdainful of
his intellectual superiors, and brazenly foul-mouthed. It was as
though he was shouting: "I don't have to fear or respect anybody
now! I have got a lot of money. I can do as I damn please." More
than one pure man became dissolute in the riot of easily gotten
wealth. A real-estate speculator once hinted to me, in a fit of
drunken confidence, that his wife, hitherto a good woman and a
simple home body, had gone astray through the new vistas of life
that had suddenly been flung open to her. One fellow who was
naturally truthful was rapidly becoming a liar through the practice
of exaggerating his profits and expenditures.
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