. The Saturday evening post. Ed!w(mirdl Mo Brnmnth ILLUSTRATED BY H. WESTON TAYLOR MEN whose business it is to combat embezzlementtell a tale that is supposed to contain the fineessence of looting. Every human activity has itsclassic story, myth, fable. Wherever mankind toils andaspires it soon or late provides itself with an epic whichholds the spirit of the endeavor, the distillate of have their mythologies, nations their heroic ro-mances. All trades, all branches of industry, all professionshave their capital yarns. The very wanderers and wastrels,the worn wisps of wind a
. The Saturday evening post. Ed!w(mirdl Mo Brnmnth ILLUSTRATED BY H. WESTON TAYLOR MEN whose business it is to combat embezzlementtell a tale that is supposed to contain the fineessence of looting. Every human activity has itsclassic story, myth, fable. Wherever mankind toils andaspires it soon or late provides itself with an epic whichholds the spirit of the endeavor, the distillate of have their mythologies, nations their heroic ro-mances. All trades, all branches of industry, all professionshave their capital yarns. The very wanderers and wastrels,the worn wisps of wind and impulse, greet every novicewith the telling tale. Man is a moralizing creature. Heinstinctively puts the lessons of life into a pattern, and isnot much concerned if life forever mocks him. On a summer afternoon, so the tale goes, the presidentof a bank in a Southern capital closed his desk and wentout to see the Derby run. This man was not only a financialmaster in his town but also a church pillar and moralleader. There
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