19/42 They ran nobler animals than themselves to death for money--and money for which neither labor nor its equivalent is given is dishonest money and the man who puts it in his pocket is a thief and puts hell in his pocket with it." "John, if I were you I would use more gentlemanly language." "O Harry! Harry! My dear, dear brother! I am speaking now not only for myself but for mother and Lucy and your lovely children. Who or what is driving you down this road of destruction? Come to me, Harry! Come and sit down beside me as you always have done. Tell me what is wrong, my brother!" Harry was walking angrily about the room, but at these words his eyes filled with tears. He stood still and looked at John and when John stretched out his arms, he could not resist the invitation. |