THE WOES OF MILLION AIRES. Troubles Which Burden the Rich are Unknown to the Poor.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 217, 27 August 1887, Page 2

THE WOES OF MILLION AIRES. Troubles Which Burden the Rich are Unknown to the Poor.

I believe that theie is more deception about the happiness of the average millionaire than the most sceptical of us imagine. Last Sunday I went to a Baptist church presided over by an old-fashioned clergyman whom 1 heard first when I was six years old. He isn't exactly the fashion, but he preaches sermons of the good old orthodox style that are to me more acceptable than the vain frippery and resonant conceit of the two preachers who are just now the idols of the town. The usher took me halfway up the aisle, and I sat down behind a man who was perhaps 48 years of age. He wore the conventional frock coat. I was struck first by the magnificent contour of his head. It miprht have been modelled after that of the greatest of the Ciosars. But ho looked very much out of health. His akin was colourless, his eye heavy, and brow wrinkled. From every quarter of the church eyes were strained at him from time to time. What stouck mo particularly was his restlessness. It seemed an utter impossibility for him to remain quiet even for an instant. He shifted his seat, twisted his head and twitched his fingers all through the service. I have no doubt he would have resented such a sentiment on my part, but I must say that I pitied him— and between you and me it's an exceedingly pleasrtnt thing to be able to pity a man who is worth 100,000,000 dollars. Mr Rockefeller is the head of tho Standard Oil Company, and one of the rich men of the world, but I would not take his nervousness, responsibility and ill-health if the capital stock of the whole of the big monopoly went with it. Another millionaire who is somewhat known sits about in hotel corridors and cafes, lonely, crabbed and curt. One after one his friends have left him, till now not even an old schoolfellow looks at him as he passes by." The vice has brought out all that is repulsive in his chai'acter and driven even his family from him. Russell Sage entered an elevated car tho other day and sank down into a seat near the door, looking like a frowsy and illkempt farmer. I wondered at the time if the .volley of ill-natured remarks that greeted his arrival reached the old miser's ears. Perhaps ppverfcy has some advantages aftor all. --New York Correspondent "Omaha Herald. 1 '