Digital heart book

I must not be down-hearted;
many of the best men had made a failure in the
beginning. I told him I had no head for business, and
his kind face darkened. "You must not say that,
Loudon," he replied; "I will never believe my son to be
a coward."
"But I don't like it," I pleaded. "It hasn't got any
interest for me, and art has. I know I could do more
in art," and I reminded him that a successful painter
gains large sums; that a picture of Meissonier's would
sell for many thousand dollars.
"And do you think, Loudon," he replied, "that a man who
can paint a thousand-dollar picture has not grit enough
to keep his end up in the stock market? No, sir; this
Mason (of whom you speak) or our own American
Bierstadt--if you were to put them down in a wheat-pit
to-morrow, they would show their mettle. Come, Loudon,
my dear; heaven knows I have no thought but your own
good, and I will offer you a bargain. I start you
again next term with ten thousand dollars; show
yourself a man, and double it, and then (if you still
wish to go to Paris, which I know you won't) I'll let
you go.


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