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“Can you raise a couple of thousand dollars?” was asked of him by a friend, when he was twenty-seven years old. “If you can, I know a first-rate chance to get into business.”

“Indeed! What is the nature of it?”

The friend told him all he knew, and he was satisfied that a better offering might never present itself. But two thousand dollars were indispensable.

“Can’t you borrow it?” suggested the friend.

“I will try.”

“Try your best. You will never again have such an opportunity.”

Peyton did try, but in vain. Those who could lend it to him considered him “too good-hearted a fellow” to trust with money; and he was forced to see that tide, which if he could have taken it at the flood, would have led him on to fortune, slowly and steadily recede.

To Merwin the same offer was made. He had fifteen hundred dollars laid by, and easily procured the balance. No one was afraid to trust him with money.

“What a fool I have been!” was the mental exclamation of Peyton, when he learned that his fellow-clerk had been able, with his own earnings, on a salary no larger than his own, to save enough to embrace the golden opportunity which he was forced to pass by. “They call Merwin mean and selfish–and I am called a generous fellow. That means, he has acted like a wise man, and I like a fool, I suppose. I know him better than they do. He is neither mean nor selfish, but careful and prudent, as I ought to have been. His mother is poor, and so is mine. Ah, me!” and the thought of his mother caused him to clasp both hands against his forehead. “I believe two dollars of his salary have been sent weekly to his poor mother. But I have never helped mine a single cent. There is the mean man, and here is the generous one. Fool! fool! wretch! He has fifteen hundred dollars ahead, after having sent his mother one hundred dollars a year for five or six years, and I am over five hundred dollars in debt. A fine, generous fellow, truly!”

The mind of Peyton was, as it should be, disturbed to its very centre. His eyes were fairly opened, and he saw just where he stood, and what he was worth as a generous man.

“They have flattered my weakness,” said he, bitterly, “to eat and drink and ride at my expense. It was easy to say, ‘how free-hearted he is,’ so that I could hear them. A cheap way of enjoying the good things of life, verily! But the end has come to all this. I am just twenty-seven years old to-day; in five years more I shall be thirty-two. My salary is one thousand dollars. I pay one hundred and fifty dollars a year for boarding; one hundred and fifty more shall clothe me and furnish all my spending-money, which shall be precious little. One year from to-day, if I live, I will owe no man a dollar. My kind old mother, whom I have so long neglected, shall hear from me at once–ten dollars every month I dedicate to her. Come what will, nothing shall touch that. After I am clear of debt, I will save all above my necessary expenses, until I get one or two thousand dollars ahead, which shall be in five years. Then I will look out for a golden opportunity, such as Mervin has found. This agreement with myself I solemnly enter into in the sight of heaven, and nothing shall tempt me to violate it.”

“Are you going to ride out this afternoon, Peyton?” inquired a young friend, breaking in upon him at this moment.

“Yes, if you’ll hire the buggy,” was promptly returned.

“I can’t afford that.”

“Nor I either. How much is your salary?”

“Only a thousand.”

“Just what mine is. If you can’t, I am sure I cannot.”

“Of course, you ought to be the best judge. I knew you rode out almost every afternoon, and liked company.”