I took it and made one bound for the door and scarcely stopped until I got home.

I remember distinctly running or rather bounding from end to end of the bridge across the Allegheny River--inside on the wagon track because the foot-walk was too narrow.

It was Saturday night.

I handed over to mother, who was the treasurer of the family, the eleven dollars and a quarter and said nothing about the remaining two dollars and a quarter in my pocket--worth more to me then than all the millions I have made since.
Tom, a little boy of nine, and myself slept in the attic together, and after we were safely in bed I whispered the secret to my dear little brother.

Even at his early age he knew what it meant, and we talked over the future.