"William," said old Hiram walking up and laying a hand on my shoulder, "you're a good boy, and you've done real well, but lately you've given signs of being too self-satisfied. Forget your own importance for the next ten years and then you will have reason to be proud."
He gave me a friendly little pat, and trudged off into the dark.
Old Hiram cured me. To this day I've remembered his advice, and tried to follow it. It's still bully good dope. I'd play it for all it's worth if I were you.
Your affectionate father,
William Soule.
Lynn, Mass.
April 30, 19—
Dear Ted: