He owned these huge glass works, and many others
all over the country. He owned the trolley roads, and the gas works,
and the water works; the place had been named after him, and the great
college also. For many years he had even run the government of the
town, so Finnegan had stated. And here was this huge estate, his home-
-a palace fit for a king. How great must have been the excellence of
such a man! And what benefits he must have conferred upon the world,
to have been rewarded with all this power and glory!
And here was his son--a youth in aspect fitting perfectly to Samuel's
vision; a very prince of the blood, yet genial and free-hearted--
noblesse oblige! To him had descended these virtues and excellences--
and all the estates and powers as the sign and symbol thereof. And now
had come a poor ignorant country boy, and it had fallen to his fortune
to save the life of this extraordinary being. And he was to have a
chance to be near him, and to serve him--to see how he lived, and to
find out the secret of his superior excellence. There was no snobbery
in Samuel's attitude; he felt precisely as another and far greater
Samuel had felt when his sovereign had condescended to praise his
dictionary, and the tears of gratitude had started into his eyes.
They drove up before the palace, and a groom came hurrying up.
"Phillips," said young Lockman, "look at that rein!"
The groom stared aghast.
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