In a banking office in New Orleans is an aged bookkeeper who began his connection with the business the day it was established. As the years went by, the proprietor, who had started with little, but was extremely close, amassed an enormous fortune. The bookkeeper piled up but a small amount of savings.
At last the twenty-fifth anniversary of the firm and of the bookkeeper’s services came along. He remembered it, but thought no one else would. To his surprise, the proprietor spoke of it at once.
Williams, he said, do you know what day this is?
Our twenty-fifth anniversary, sir.
It is indeed, Williams. And now I have thought to commemorate the event, and I have put in this envelope for you a small gift to express my appreciation of your faithful service.
The bookkeeper, his hopes raised high, took the envelope from his employer and opened it. The token was a photograph of the employer.
Well? demanded the donor, as the other hesitated. What do you want to say about it?
It’s just like you! murmured the bookkeeper. It’s just like you.