To My Son Robert, Upon the Turning Over to Him of His Sixth and Last Experimental Fund
“If a man fails six times he’d better be pensioned and left to live a life of pleasant ease; for everybody has a right to be happy, and not all can gain happiness through their own efforts. So, if you fail this last time, don’t worry, my boy, but take measures to cut your garment according to the income from a million and a half dollars, invested so safely that it can yield you but two per cent. If the fault of your ill success lies with anybody it lies with me, and I blame myself bitterly for it many times as I write this letter.
“Remember, first, last and always, that I want you to be happy.”
Bobby passed the letter to Agnes and the envelope to Chalmers.
“This is a little premature,” he said, smiling at both of them, “for I’m not applying for the sixth portion.”
Agnes looked up at him in surprise.
“Not applying for it?”
“No,” he declared, “I don’t want it. I understand there is a provision that I can not use two of these portions in the same business.”
Both Chalmers and Agnes nodded.
“I don’t want money for any other business than the Bulletin,” declared Bobby, “and if my father has it fixed so that he won’t help me as I want to be helped, I don’t want it at all.”
“There is another provision about which you perhaps don’t know,” Chalmers informed him; “if you refuse this money it reverts to the main fund.”