He lifted the wasted form in his arms, and carried her with tenderest care into the next room, and to the pure white bed which had been made ready for her, the long net curtains parted, the coverlet turned down. He laid her there, as he had done many a night during that slow and monotonous journey towards the grave; but her gentle acknowledgment of his carefulness was wanting to-night.[Pg 328] Her head sank upon the pillow, her pale lips parted with a fluttering sigh, and all was still. "Here I was coming in as vice president, and it took some getting used to. The offices were still up onthe square in Bentonville, and Sam had just got through remodeling themwhich I'm sure was a greatimprovementbut in my opinion they weren't much. The offices were in an old narrow hallwayupstairssome were over the barbershop and others were over an attorney's office. The floor sagged upthere, about four inches from the wall to the center. And they had some partitions and some woodpaneling, and they were real little offices. It was very close-knit up there."Even if he couldn't tell it by the office we gave him, bringing Ferold in was an important step for ourcompany. I knew we had to get better organized than we were. We still had to build a basic merchandiseassortment, and a real replenishment system. We had lists of items we were supposed to carry, and wewere dependent on the people in the stores to keep good records of everything manuallythis was at atime when quite a few people were beginning to go into computerization. I had read a lot about that, andI was curious. I made up my mind I was going to learn something about IBM computers. So I enrolled inan IBM school for retailers in Poughkeepsie, New York. One of the speakers was a guy from theNational Mass Retailers' Institute (NMRI), the discounters' trade association, a guy named Abe Marks. 福彩3d在线缩水 Maybe it's because we have never had any intention of liquidating our stock. Even so, the annualdividend income from that stock has become large in its own right, and it's that income which representsthe actual wealth available to us. When I got back to the house a scene of devastation was in progress, which still was not without its amusement. My mother, through her various troubles, had contrived to keep a certain number of pretty-pretties which were dear to her heart. They were not much, for in those days the ornamentation of houses was not lavish as it is now; but there was some china, and a little glass, a few books, and a very moderate supply of household silver. These things, and things like them, were being carried down surreptitiously, through a gap between the two gardens, on to the premises of our friend Colonel Grant. My two sisters, then sixteen and seventeen, and the Grant girls, who were just younger, were the chief marauders. To such forces I was happy to add myself for any enterprise, and between us we cheated the creditors to the extent of our powers, amidst the anathemas, but good-humoured abstinence from personal violence, of the men in charge of the property. I still own a few books that were thus purloined. I know no more disagreeable trouble into which an author may plunge himself than of a quarrel with his critics, or any more useless labour than that of answering them. It is wise to presume, at any rate, that the reviewer has simply done his duty, and has spoken of the book according to the dictates of his conscience. Nothing can be gained by combating the reviewer鈥檚 opinion. If the book which he has disparaged be good, his judgment will be condemned by the praise of others; if bad, his judgment will he confirmed by others. Or if, unfortunately, the criticism of the day be in so evil a condition generally that such ultimate truth cannot be expected, the author may be sure that his efforts made on behalf of his own book will not set matters right. If injustice be done him, let him bear it. To do so is consonant with the dignity of the position which he ought to assume. To shriek, and scream, and sputter, to threaten actions, and to swear about the town that he has been belied and defamed in that he has been accused of bad grammar or a false metaphor, of a dull chapter, or even of a borrowed heroine, will leave on the minds of the public nothing but a sense of irritated impotence. Every crazy thing we tried hadn't turned out as well as the ice cream machine, of course, but we hadn'tmade any mistakes we couldn't correct quickly, none so big that they threatened the business. Except, itturned out, for one little legal error we made right at the beginning. In all my excitement at becoming SamWalton, merchant, I had neglected to include a clause in my lease which gave me an option to renewafter the first five years. By early March, his spirits remained high as he continued work on the book, but his physical conditionwas worsening. Then he received one of the great surprises of his life. The White House wanted topresent him with the Presidential Medal of Freedom, our nation's highest civilian award. President Bushand the First Lady would be traveling to Bentonville to present the medal to Dad, and he was thrilled bythe honor. At such an occasion, of course, Dad could have invited anyone he wanted to attend theceremony, but we hardly had to ask whom he wanted to be there with him: his Wal-Mart associates.