Lorrie Wetmore sat disconsolately in the fountain in Madison Square
Park. He was lonely. He was a failure.... Yes, he was. Don't
contradict me. He was a terrible failure. And, as I said before, early
in this story, he was lonely.
"I have fallen down on the job," he murmured to Admiral Farragut's
statue. "I have not made good."
Suddenly a kind hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to face the
pansy-trainer, who keeps the flower-beds in the Park in touch with the
seasons.
"Don't give in, my boy," said the old man. "Remember the words of
Henley, who instituted the famous Henley Regatta and so made a name
for himself: 'I am the master of my Fate. I am the Captain of my
Soul.'"
"By George," murmured Lorrie to the statue of Salmon P. Chase, "I
_can_ make good, and I _will_ make good!"
And, with these words, he climbed out of the fountain and made his way
resolutely across the square to the great store of Marshall Field and
Co. (Advt.)
In seven weeks he was a member of the firm.
Are You Between the Ages of 7 and 94?
If so, what this eminent growth specialist says here applies
directly to you and to your family
Every man, woman and child between the ages of 7 and 94 is going
through a process of growth or metamorphosis, whether they know it or
not. Are you making the most of this opportunity which is coming to
you (if your age falls within the magic circle given above) every day
of your life? Do you realize that, during this crucial period, you
have it in your power to make what you will of yourself, provided only
that you know how to go about it and make no false steps?
As you grow from day to day, either mentally, morally, or physically,
you can say to yourself, on awakening in the morning:
"To-day I will develop. I will grow bigger, either mentally, morally
or physically. Maybe, if it is a nice, warm day, I will grow in all
three ways at once."
And, sure enough, when evening finds you returning home from the work
of the day, it will also find you in some way changed from the person
you were in the morning, either through the shedding of the dry
epidermis from the backs of your hands (which, according to one of
Nature's most wonderful processes, is replaced by new epidermis as
soon as the old is gone), or through the addition of a fraction of an
inch to your height or girth, or through some other of the inscrutable
alchemies of Nature.
Think this over as you go to work, to-day, and see if it doesn't tell
_you_ something about _your_ problem.