Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days; Or, The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days; Or, The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son
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"Now, fellows, enjoy yourselves," he called to them, as they watched him
board the train at the depot. "I'll come back if I can. Better practice
that triple summersault, Frank."
"I will. I'll stump you, when you come back."
"I wish I didn't have to leave them," thought Dick, as he settled
himself in his seat. "I wonder what dad wants of me? But there's no use
worrying. I'll be home in about two hours."
He exhibited his pass, on which he was traveling, as his father was
president of the railroad, and then sat looking at the scenery, vainly
wondering, in spite of his efforts not to dwell on it, why he had been
summoned home.
"Well, Dick," greeted his father, when the young millionaire entered the
house. "You got back sooner than I expected."
"Yes, dad. I started as soon as I got your message. I hope nothing is
the matter."
"Nothing serious. The fact is I have to leave for Europe next week----"
"For Europe! And are you going to take me?"
"No, I'm sorry to say I can't. But I have other plans for you, which I
hope you will like. I unexpectedly received a call to England, to settle
some large financial matters in which I am interested, and, as I shall
have to be gone six months or more I decided to close the house up and
let the servants go. As that would make no place for you to stay,
unless you boarded, which you might not like, I decided to send for you,
and tell you what I propose. The reason I telegraphed for you is that I
will be so busy after to-day that I will have no time to attend to
anything."
"What are you going to do with me?" asked Dick.
"You remember," went on Mr. Hamilton, "that in her will, your mother
specified, in addition to making a good investment, that you must attend
a military academy----"
"That's so!" cried Dick. "I'd forgotten about that. Say, when can I go?
This beats camp!"
"Not so fast," cautioned his father. "There are certain conditions to be
fulfilled. Your mother had peculiar ideas regarding money. She wished
her son to become a success in spite of it. So she provided, under
certain penalties, which you will learn of later, that you were to go to
a good military academy to complete your education.
"There, as I told you once before, though you may have forgotten it, you
are to become popular with the students in spite of your wealth. You are
to make your own way without the aid of your millions. And this is no
easy matter. While many persons have a false notion of wealth, by far
the larger class attach to it only the importance it deserves. A rich
lad can, to a certain extent, become popular, but he will never have
the real, solid friends that some youth not so well off would win. So
you've got to make friends in spite of your money."
"That ought to be easy," said Dick, but he was to find it a harder task
than he had supposed it would be.