Abroad, as many of us know, the status of the matter is very different.
There interest is figured in advance, and those who pay promptly get
a handsome discount on the face of their bills. While this custom
may seem to encourage debt, it is at least a mutual arrangement, and
seems to have proved satisfactory, to judge from the fact that the
fashionable tailors and dress-makers of London and Paris are apt to
demur or shrug their shoulders at immediate payment, and to be rather
embarrassingly grateful if their accounts are settled by the end of a
year. No one would wish to change the national inclination of upright
people on this side of the water to pay on the spot, but the master and
mistress of an establishment may well consider whether the fashionable
tradesmen ought to oblige them to bear the entire penalty of being
sheep instead of goats. With this qualification, which is set forth
rather as a caveat than a doctrine, the prompt payment of one’s bills
seems to be strictly co-ordinate with virtue, and may be properly
described as the corner-stone of wise modern living.
There are so many things which one has to have nowadays in order to
be comfortable that it seems almost improvident to inquire how much
one ought to save before facing the question of what one can possibly
do without. Here the people who are said to have too much for their
own good have an advantage over the rest of us. The future of their
children is secure. If they dread death it is not because they fear
to leave their wives and children unprovided for. Many of them go on
saving, just the same, and talk poor if a railroad lowers a dividend,
or there is not a ready market for their real estate at an exalted
profit. Are there more irritating men or women in the world than the
over-conservative persons of large means who are perpetually harping on
saving, and worrying lest they may not be able to put by for a rainy
day, as they call it, twenty-five per cent. or more of their annual
income? The capitalist, careworn by solicitude of this sort, is the one
fool in creation who is not entitled to some morsel of pity.
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