Atonement -- Fiction; Clergy -- England -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction
Wilton Gleed owed his success in life to a natural bent for the politic
virtues, and to the quality of energy unalloyed by enterprise. He was a
man of much shrewdness and extraordinary tenacity, but absolutely no
initiative; so he had taken his opportunities and held his ground
without running a risk that he could remember. Not a self-made man, he
was, however, the son of one who had made himself by dint of that very
enterprise which was lacking in Wilton Gleed. The father had seen a
certain want and filled it to the satisfaction of the wide world; the
son had extended the business without meddling with the product of the
firm. Monopolies die hard. Gleed & Son did nothing to deserve a swift
demise. They just stalked behind the times, and appeared to thrive on a
sublime contempt of competition. And those who knew him best were the
most surprised when Wilton Gleed turned the great concern into a limited
liability company, and made a fortune out of the transaction alone; it
was the most daring thing that he had ever done.
The reason for the step may be related as characteristic of the man. Age
had given the firm a certain aristocracy of degree--not of kind--even
age could not soften the fact that Gleed & Son sold things in tins. And
the tins it was that turned plain Gleed & Son into Gleed & Son, Limited.
Some innovator was making tins with cunning openers attached; the lesser
firms jumped at the improvement. The lesser firms were already doing
Gleeds' some slight damage in their go-ahead little way; but the worst
they could all do together was as nothing compared with the extra
expenditure of an appreciable fraction of a farthing per tin on an
output of millions in the year. Wilton Gleed could not face the
immediate hole in his profits. He had never taken a risk in his life,
and was not going to begin. He had increased his expenses by going into
Parliament, and he was not such a fool as to play tricks with his
income. He faced the situation as though it were ruin staring him in the
face, and lost a discernible measure of flesh before his big resolve. It
was all he did lose over the ultimate operation. He retired into private
and public life with more money than he knew how to spend.
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