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"More of the arrogance of wealth. If I was a young man like Tom Chripp I'd make my own way in the world." Hiram swallowed some smoke, coughed, and then replied: "Probably he will, when he gits his eddikation. Money makes the mare go now as it always has, Obadiah, an' you an' me can't stop it." "Like father, like son, I guess, Hiram.
Thwing stopped to take breath, and Quincy nearly lost his in astonishment. "Great business idea, Mr. Sawyer." "I knew nothing about it. I should have stopped it had I known." "Why so? You got a double ad. Bright man that Chripp. You'll have to raise his salary." Quincy did not reply. The deed was done, and a public explanation would do no good.
So it was arranged that Tom Chripp should go to the preparatory school and college with Quincy, the latter to pay the expenses of both. "'Twas a lucky day for Tom that sent that Sawyer boy to school in Cottonton," said Mr. Chripp to his wife. "It'll be the making of Tom," he added, and the happy mother thought so too. When Mr. Strout heard of it, he remarked to his partner Mr. Maxwell,
Quincy took up a pen and began writing. "What are you writing, father?" "I'll show you in a few minutes." "How will that do?" Quincy read: QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER, President. QUINCY ADAMS SAWYER, Jr., Treasurer. THOMAS CHRIPP, General Manager. Cash Capital, $200,000. Cable, Vienna. 20 Stores. Wholesale and Retail. "Just the man I had in mind, father.
Thomas's father would not let him become a back-boy in the mill. "I've breathed cotton all my life," said Mr. Chripp to Ezekiel, "and I think too much of my only boy to condemn him to a life in a hot room, where the only music is the whizzing shuttles. No, my boy Tom shall breathe God's fresh air and become a big, strong man instead of a wizened-up little fellow like me.
Chripp had lived until the tales of high wages and better prospects in America had drawn him from his native land. Quincy had said good-bye to all his relatives, friends, and acquaintances except Mr. Obadiah Strout. That gentleman should have no reason to say he had been snubbed. When Quincy entered the store Mr. Strout was weighing some butter.
Chripp, I think that's the name just flooded the towns with circulars announcing that you were to speak and that you were the President of the grocery company doing business in the adjoining city, that your goods were the best, your prices the lowest and that your teams would deliver goods free of charge in all places within five miles?" Mr.
I'm going home your way, and, with your permission, I will escort you to your father's house." "All right, Quincy you go ahead," said Tom. "But you must excuse me. I've kept Mr. Wood waiting." They were around a bend in the road by this time. When Tom returned to the scene of the encounter, Mr. Wood was not in sight. Mr. Chripp laughed, and paraphrased an old couplet.
While at the Cottonton High School, Quincy's chum had been a boy two years older than himself, named Thomas Chripp. He was the son of a weaver at Cottonton. Like Quincy, he had been born in England, but his father had been drawn to America by the lure of higher wages, nothing having been said to him, however, about the increased cost of living.
"Well, come up to the house first and see Alice and the boy. Well go down to-morrow." When Tom Chripp showed his father the photograph of the house in which he was born, he burst into tears. "Just as pretty as ever," he exclaimed. "The roof's been mended, beent it, and just the same flowers all around it as when I was a boy.
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