Agriculture, Cooperative -- Fiction; Country life -- Fiction; Farmers -- Fiction; New England -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
In the meanwhile Dick had been taking hold of the contracting business
with such good results that I found myself able to throw more and more
upon him. He had with him a college mate, and the two under the spur of
youth went hustling after new business at a pace that made my services
unnecessary except as a sort of advisory committee. With my new
interests to occupy me, with the business prospering under the younger
management and with a fair amount in the bank as a surety against
accidents, I was glad to have it so. I believe it’s an older man’s
duty to turn over his business to the younger generation whenever it
is possible. During the winter I watched the progress of the two boys
closely and was surprised at the shrewdness and level-headedness that
Dick displayed. I give credit for that to his experience in selling
newspapers on the streets. It taught him not only self-reliance but in
his association with men both self-confidence and poise. He knew how
to approach men, how to put forward his case in the shortest possible
time, and then how and when to leave. He was popular too with the gang
and I found the latter turning more and more to him.
It was in February that after a long talk with Ruth I called the boy
into my den one evening.
“Dick,” I said, “I haven’t been very much more than a figurehead in
the business during the last few months and now I think I’ll pull out
altogether.”
“For Heaven’s sake, Dad,” he answered, “what’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Only you don’t need me and I want to take up
farming.”
“You’d better let me call in the doc,” he answered.
“Do I look as though I needed him?” said I. “It’s sure that if I felt
that way I wouldn’t be undertaking a new business.”
“It’s all right for you to putter around here for fun,” he said, “but
you know as well as I that you can’t make farming pay. Just look around
you--”
“That’s what makes me believe farming will pay,” I said. “I look around
me and I see men doing just what you advise me to do--puttering around.
You wouldn’t expect to make contracting pay if you went at it that way,
would you?”
“I know, but--”
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