I asked his name.
"Morrison," was the reply, "son of Robert"-- my cousin Bob.
"Well, how did you come here ?" "I thought we could better ourselves," he said.
"Who have you with you ?" "My wife," was the reply.
"Why didn't you come first to see your relative who might have been able to introduce you here ?" "Well, I didn't feel I needed help if I only got a chance." There spoke the true Morrison, taught to depend on himself, and independent as Lucifer.

Not long afterwards I heard of his promotion to the superintendency of our newly acquired works at Duquesne, and from that position he steadily marched upward.

He is to-day a blooming, but still sensible, millionaire.

We are all proud of Tom Morrison.

[A note received from him yesterday invites Mrs.Carnegie and myself to be his guests during our coming visit of a few days at the annual celebration of the Carnegie Institute.] I was always advising that our iron works should be extended and new developments made in connection with the manufacture of iron and steel, which I saw was only in its infancy.