ng the life of Rogers for years, from the time he saw the light of
a whale-oil lamp in Fairhaven, to the man as we behold him now, we must
acknowledge his initiative and his power. He gave profitable work to
millions. He directly made homes and comforts possible for thousands
upon thousands. He helped the young, without number, to find themselves
in their work and at their work. In a material way he added vast
millions to the wealth of the world by the utilization of products which
were considered worthless.

He gloried in the fresh air, in the blasts of Winter, or in the zephyrs
of Spring. The expanse of heaving, tossing ice was just as beautiful to
him as the smooth flow of Hendrick Hudson's waters, as they hasten to
the sea.

The storied "Twenty-six Broadway" is no den of ogres, no
gambling-resort of dark and devious ways. It is simply an
office-building, full of busy men and women--workers who waste neither
time nor money. You will find there no figureheads, no gold lace, no
pomps and ceremonies. If you have business there, you locate your man
without challenge. All is free, open, simple and direct.

On the top floor is a restaurant, where all lunch in a common, fraternal
way, jolly and jocund, as becomes men who carry big burdens.

The place is democratic to a fault, for the controlling spirits of
Twenty-six Broadway are men who have come by a rocky road, having
conquered great difficulties, overcome great obstacles, and while often
thirsting for human sympathy have nevertheless been able to do without
it.

Success is apt to sour, for it begets an opposition that is often cruel
and unjust. Reorganization gives the demagogue his chance; and often his
literary lyddite strikes close.

But Rogers was great enough to know that the penalty of success must be
paid. He took his medicine, and smiled.

* * * * *

Time was when a millionaire was a man worth a million dollars. But that
day is past.

Next, a millionaire was a man who made a million dollars a year. That,
too, is obsolete. The millionaire now is the man who spends a million
dollars a year. In this new and select class, a class which does not
exist outside of America, H. H. Rogers was a charter member.

"He was a royal gentleman," said Booker T. Washington to me. "When I was
in need, I held H. H. Rogers in reserve until all others failed me, then
I went to him and frankly told my needs. He always heard me through, and
th