"That's why I sent for you, Mark," he said.
"Hiram, are you going to leave your wealth so that it may continue to do good in the world?
Or, are you going to leave it so that it may tempt your children to vanity and selfishness, to lives of idleness and folly, to bring up their children to be even less useful to mankind than they, even more out of sympathy with the ideals which God has implanted?
All of those ideals are attainable only through shoulder-to-shoulder work such as you have done all your life." "God help me!" muttered Hiram.

The sweat was beading his forehead and his hands were clasped and wrenching each at the other, typical of the two forces contending in final battle within him.

"God help me!" "Have you ever looked about you in this town and thought of the meaning of its steady decay, moral and physical?
God prospered the hard-working men who founded it; but, instead of appreciating His blessings, they regarded the wealth He gave them as their own; and they left it to their children.

And see how their sin is being visited upon the third and fourth generations! Industry has been slowly paralyzing.

The young people, whose wealth gave them the best opportunities, are leading idle lives, are full of vanity of class and caste, are steeped in the sins that ever follow in the wake of idleness--the sins of selfishness and indulgence.