home. I remember distinctly running or rather bounding
from end to end of the bridge across the Allegheny
River -- inside on the wagon track because the foot-
walk was too narrow. It was Saturday night. I handed
over to mother, who was the treasurer of the family, the
eleven dollars and a quarter and said nothing about the
remaining two dollars and a quarter in my pocket --
worth more to me then than all the millions I have made
since.

Tom, a little boy of nine, and myself slept in the attic
together, and after we were safely in bed I whispered
the secret to my dear little brother. Even at his early
age he knew what it meant, and we talked over the fu-
ture. It was then, for the first time, I sketched to him
how we would go into business together; that the firm of
"Carnegie Brothers" would be a great one, and that
father and mother should yet ride in their carriage. At
the time that seemed to us to embrace everything known
as wealth and most of what was worth striving for. The
old Scotch woman, whose daughter married a merchant
in London, being asked by her son-in-law to come to
London and live near them, promising she should "ride
in her carriage," replied:

"What good could it do me to ride in a carriage gin
I could na be seen by the folk in Strathbogie?" Father
and mother would not only be seen in Pittsburgh, but
should visit Dunfermline, their old home, in style.

On Sunday morning with father, mother, and Tom
at breakfast, I produced the extra two dollars and a
quarter. The surprise was great and it took some mo-
ments for them to grasp the situation, but it soon
dawned upon them. Then father's glance of loving pride
and mother's blazing eye soon wet with tears, told their
feeling. It was their boy's first triumph and proof posi-

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