Digital heart book

So, you see, even in Muskegon
Commercial College there were lessons to be learned.
For my own part, I cared very little whether I lost or
won at a game so random, so complex, and so dull; but
it was sorry news to write to my poor father, and I
employed all the resources of my eloquence. I told him
(what was the truth) that the successful boys had none
of the education; so that, if he wished me to learn, he
should rejoice at my misfortune. I went on (not very
consistently) to beg him to set me up again, when I
would solemnly promise to do a safe business in
reliable railroads. Lastly (becoming somewhat carried
away), I assured him I was totally unfit for business,
and implored him to take me away from this abominable
place, and let me go to Paris to study art. He
answered briefly, gently, and sadly, telling me the
vacation was near at hand, when we could talk things
over.
When the time came, he met me at the depot, and I was
shocked to see him looking older. He seemed to have no
thought but to console me and restore (what he supposed
I had lost) my courage.


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