“Mr. Armour,” I said, “will you answer enough questions concerning your life to illustrate for our readers what success means?”
The great Hercules of American industry visibly recoiled at the thought of implied notoriety, having, until the present time, steadily veiled his personality and general affairs as much as possible from public gaze.
“I am only a plain merchant,” he answered.
A BOY’S CHANCE TO-DAY.
“Do you consider,” I said, “that the average American boy of to-day has equally as good a chance to succeed in the world as you had when you began life?”
“Every bit, and better. The affairs of life are larger. There are greater things to do. There was never before such a demand for able men.”
“Were the conditions surrounding your youth especially difficult?”
“No. They were those common to a very small New York town in 1832. I was born at Stockbridge, in Madison County. Our family had its roots in Scotland. My father’s ancestors were the Robertsons, Watsons and McGregors of Scotland; my mother came of the Puritans who settled in Connecticut.”
“Dr. Gunsaulus says,” I ventured, “that all these streams of heredity set toward business affairs.”