The Spotlight [1922] . esence inthe room. Seating himself in the chair opposite me, he addressed me: My young friend, what are you going to make of your life? Are youambitious to attain great things ? I told him that I was ambitious to make my life worth while, but that Ihad nothing with which to start. Tf you had your choice, would you choose riches, wisdom, or fame? Riches, I replied, for what would wisdom or fame be without money? Then come with me, perhaps I can assist you. Through the dark corridors, across the campus to the grove on the hill heled me. There, leaning against a great tree,
The Spotlight [1922] . esence inthe room. Seating himself in the chair opposite me, he addressed me: My young friend, what are you going to make of your life? Are youambitious to attain great things ? I told him that I was ambitious to make my life worth while, but that Ihad nothing with which to start. Tf you had your choice, would you choose riches, wisdom, or fame? Riches, I replied, for what would wisdom or fame be without money? Then come with me, perhaps I can assist you. Through the dark corridors, across the campus to the grove on the hill heled me. There, leaning against a great tree, was a spade. Pointing to it, myguide said, Dig! Grabbing the spade I fell to work with a will. Hope surged in my time had come for me to gain riches that would give me the place in theworld that should be mine. The steady fall of the dirt I threw from the holewas music to my ears. Thoughts of the wonderful things I would do filled mewith a tingling sensation. The perspiration began to run down my face but I. 59 had no time to wipe it off. Soon it filled my eyes and made them smart. As 1paused to wipe my eyes I glanced up at the man. A sarcastic smile was onhis face. Whats the matter? I asked. Dig, was his only reply. Again I went to work only to go through the same experience. Fatigueand pain were chilling my enthusiasm. Once more I stopped to blow and wipemy eyes. As I looked at the man I saw sarcasm plainly written on his , like some dark monster, seized me with clutching talons. A dirty jokewas being played upon me. Anger filled me and whipped itself into rage. Whats the meaning of this? I cried, Do you think I am a baby? A fine man you are! he replied with withering sarcasm. Ambition!You have it—I dont think! Dig! He had wounded my pride—I would show him! And dig I did! Soonmy spade struck something. My doubt was gone. A box was there! I laidthe spade on the side of the hole, got on my knees and tore the box open. Therebefore me was a glittering ye
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