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Wyatt’s torch
Need,notgreed.MyfatherandgrandfatherbuiltuptheCommunityNationalBankjusttoamassafortuneforthemselves.Iplacedtheirfortuneintheserviceofahigherideal.Ididnotsitonpilesofmoneyanddemandcollateralfrompoorpeoplewhoneededloans.Theheartwasmycollateral.Ofcourse,Idonotexpectanyoneinthismaterialisticcountrytounderstandme.TherewardsIgotwerenotofakindthatpeopleofyourclass,MissTaggart,wouldappreciate.Thepeoplewhousedtositinfrontofmydeskatthebank,didnotsitasyoudo,MissTaggart.Theywerehumble,uncertain,wornwithcare,afraidtospeak.Myrewardswerethetearsofgratitudeintheireyes,thetremblingvoices,theblessings,thewomanwhokissedmyhandwhenIgrantedheraloanshehadbeggedforinvaineverywhereelse."
"Willyoupleasetellmethenamesofthemenwhoownedthemotorfactory?"
"Thatfactorywasessentialtotheregion,absolutelyessential.Iwasperfectlyjustifiedingrantingthatloan.Itprovidedemploymentforthousandsofworkerswhohadnoothermeansoflivelihood."
"Didyouknowanyofthepeoplewhoworkedinthefactory?"
"Certainly.Iknewthemall.Itwasmenthatinterestedme,notmachines.Iwasconcernedwiththehumansideofindustry,notthecashregisterside."
Sheleanedeagerlyacrossthedesk."Didyouknowanyoftheengineerswhoworkedthere?"
"Theengineers?No,no.