By George Matthew Adams

This is a true story. It was told to me by a big publisher who was a close friend of the man who "wears the clothes of the incident."

Many years ago, a boy came to New York as an immigrant. He was very poor. All he had was a good back, a willing head, and useful hands and feet. He had to work hard. But he never complained. One day, he and his "pal" were doing some hard work in the bitter cold. And the boy that this story is about, froze his feet.

The years went on. The boy became the important attorney for James J. Hill, the "Empire" builder. One evening he was being dined in the Northwest as the "guest of honor." But his mind seemed far from the table and his associates.

Turning to my friend, he said: "There is a place that I want to go." "Where is it?" asked my friend. And the guest told him. It was in a rough neighborhood, and my friend advised him against it.

"By the way, who is it you want to see?" said my friend.

"I want to see 'Bill Blank' who is in the barber supply business — do you know him?"

"Oh, yes," said my friend, "but you'd better put it off."

"Oh, I cannot," said the great attorney. "For, you see, it is like this — that fellow was with me when I froze my feet!"

The big man is always a human man.

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