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"The last thing you'd suspect me of, I s'pose. Long ago--before the
war--I set my heart on bein' a great preacher, an' on beginnin' by
gettin' a first-class education. I don't need to tell you that I missed
both of 'em about as far as a man could. I wasn't overconceited about
'em at the start, for about that time there was a powerful movement
in our denomination for an educated ministry. We had a few giants in
the pulpit, but for ev'ry one of 'em there was dozens of dwarfs that
made laughin'-stocks of 'emselves an' the church. Well, I was picked
out as a young man with enough head-piece to take in an education an'
with the proper spirit an' feelin' to use it well after I'd got it.
Just then the war broke out, an' I went to it; when I got back I had a
crippled leg, an' a dull head, an' a heavy heart--afterwards I found
'twas the liver instead of the heart, but that didn't make me any the
less stupid. The upshot was that I was kind o' dropped as a candidate
for the ministry, an' that made me sicker yet, an' I vowed that I'd get
there in the course o' time, if I could get back my health an' senses.
Once in a while, for many years, I had hopes; then again I'd get a
knock-down--an extry hard lot o' chills an' fevers, or some other turn
of malary that made my mind as blank an' flat as a new slate. I tried
to educate myself, bein' rather old to go to school or college, an' I
plodded through lots o' books, but I had to earn my livin' besides,
an'--well, I reckon you can see about how much time a man workin' in a
store has for thinkin' about what he's read."
"Oh, can't I!"
"An' you know, now, what losin' health an' not findin' it again has
been to me."
"Indeed I do, and you've my most hearty sympathy. Perhaps good health
would have seen you through; perhaps not. Your experience is very
like mine, in some respects. I didn't start with the purpose of being
a preacher, but I was going to become educated so well that whenever
I had a message of any sort to give to the world,--for every man
occasionally has one, you know,--I should be able to do it in a manner
that would command attention. I was fortunate enough to get into a
business position in which my duties were almost mechanical, so at
night my mind was fresh enough for reading and study. My wife's tastes
were very like my own, so we read and studied together; but my message
has never come, and here I am where the only writing I'll ever do will
be in account books and business correspondence. As to my art studies--"
"They help you to arrange goods on the shelves in a way that attracts
attention; there can't be any doubt about that," Caleb interrupted.
"Thank you, Caleb. That is absolutely the first and only commendation
that my art education has ever earned for me, and I assure you that I
shall remember and prize it forever."
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