CHOOSING A PROFESSION. 149

“The hard earnings of your father,” replied
Howard.

“ Well, what is that to you? If a man only
has money, nobody asks who his father or his
grandfather was. I shall set up my carriage,
marry a rich wife, and make a noise in the
fashionable world of the city.”

As he said this, George Cramer stuck his
thumbs into the arm-holes of his gay vest, and
walked like a peacock to and fro in the piazza,
where they had been seated.

“There are a great many sudden turns in
fortune’s wheel,” said Howard.

“ One of them turned you out of half a mil-
lion, and only left you enough for an educa-
tion,” said George, who had, that day, learned
the fact from his father. Hitherto he had con-
sidered Howard richer than himself; now he
enjoyed a mean triumph over him.

The next day Howard asked an interview
with Mr. Cramer, as he had made up his mind
with regard to his profession.

To the office he went with a beating heart.

Mr. Cramer.—You have decided upon your
profession. What is it?