I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
William Andrews had not been, for the few past years, engaged in the
active whirl of business to no purpose: he had amassed a few thousands
by a happy venture, and his success had been beyond his most sanguine
expectations. But this was not all; he had learned to grapple with
difficulties, and by energy and determination to accomplish results
which the irresolute and fearful could only dream of. He called the next
morning, and in a private interview with Mr. Rutherford procured from
him a particular statement of his affairs.
In a few days he called again; and there seemed to be a cheerfulness in
his air which he had not before manifested.
'I have been looking over your matters a little, my dear sir, and I
cannot think they are in such a hopeless case as you imagine. Your
property is indeed all attached, and if sold under the present state of
things would, to be sure, be dreadfully sacrificed, and might not bring
more than the claims upon it: you certainly value your estate beyond the
amount for which it is holden.'
'Most certainly; but by our laws an immediate sale can be forced; and in
that case, the whole will scarcely meet the demand.'
'You must apply then to some friend who will assume your debts'--Mr.
Rutherford shook his head--'and who will take your property into his
hands, until better times come round.'
'I have no friends, Mr. Andrews.'
'We once thought,' said Mrs. Rutherford, who was listening with much
interest, 'that we had quite a number; but friends do not always stand
the test of such a fall as ours has been.'
'But they could not possibly lose any thing, Mrs. Rutherford.'
'Perhaps they might not; still, you know, it is a delicate matter to ask
the favor, when not one of all who have been with us in our prosperous
days has seen fit to come near us now. My dear husband, until you so
generously had poured out your kindness, felt that he was alone in the
world.'
For some time each sat musing in silence over the uncertainty of human
fortunes and earthly friendships, when Mr. Andrews drew up to the table,
and requesting the attention of Mr. Rutherford a moment, began to spread
before him certain documents.
'Please to examine these, sir, and say whether they are correct.'
'These are my obligations, Mr. Andrews--I gave them in good faith; and
although I cannot meet them now, will own them to the last farthing.'
Mr. Rutherford looked with much astonishment, for he perceived that all
the responsibilities he was involved in were lying before him.
'Are there any more that you can think of, Mr. Rutherford?'
'There are no more.'
'Then, sir, you may take them and do what you please with them: all I
ask of you is, to give me a claim upon your property for this amount,'
naming not more than two-thirds the value of the notes. 'The interest of
that I am sure you can pay, and your property is once more your own.'
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