law or medicine now that he was through Arts; and he was greatly
disappointed that Eric should have finally made up his mind to go
into business with his father.

"It's a clean waste of your talents," he grumbled, as they walked
home from the college. "You'd win fame and distinction in law--
that glib tongue of yours was meant for a lawyer and it is sheer
flying in the face of Providence to devote it to commercial
uses--a flat crossing of the purposes of destiny. Where is your
ambition, man?"

"In the right place," answered Eric, with his ready laugh. "It
is not your kind, perhaps, but there is room and need for all
kinds in this lusty young country of ours. Yes, I am going into
the business. In the first place, it has been father's cherished
desire ever since I was born, and it would hurt him pretty badly
if I backed out now. He wished me to take an Arts course because
he believed that every man should have as liberal an education as
he can afford to get, but now that I have had it he wants me in
the firm."

"He wouldn't oppose you if he thought you really wanted to go in
for something else."

"Not he. But I don't really want to--that's the point, David,
man. You hate a business life so much yourself that you can't
get it into your blessed noddle that another man might like it.
There are many lawyers in the world--too many, perhaps--but there
are never too many good honest men of business, ready to do clean
big things for the betterment of humanity and the upbuilding of