I think John Grier
might get out of the business now, if he's tired, and sell it and let
some one else run it. John Grier is not in want. If he were, I'd give up
everything to help him, and I'd not think I was a martyr. But I've a
right to make my own career. It's making the career one likes which gets
one in the marrow. I'd take my chances of success as he did. He has
enough to live on, he's had success; let him get down and out, if he's
tired."
The girl held herself firmly. "Remember John Grier has made a great name
for himself--as great in his way as Andrew Carnegie or Pierpont
Morgan--and he's got pride in his name. He wants his son to carry it on,
and in a way he's right."
"That's good argument," said Carnac, "but if his name isn't strong enough
to carry itself, his son can't carry it for him. That's the way of life.
How many sons have ever added to their father's fame? The instances are
very few. In the modern world, I can only think of the Pitts in England.
There's no one else."
The girl now smiled again. The best part in her was stirred. She saw. Her
mind changed. After a moment she said: "I think you're altogether right
about it. Carnac, you have your own career to make, so make it as it best
suits yourself.
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