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I send you with my compliments this little story
of "The Secret of Solomon", which may amuse you for a
few minutes, and perhaps — as amusement often does —
discover in your mind something which you had not
observed there before.

That, at any rate, is what it did for me. When I
took my pen to it, I had but a vague notion of what
was coming. But as I wrote on, I became interested;
ideas took shape and gained substance; a sort of plot
developed itself; the Thing somehow got a beginning, a
middle and an end, — and here it is!

A man who sells muffins for a living, and sells
them with his whole heart, finds his business to be
an organic part of all Business, and of the general
scheme of the Universe. History and Philosophy turn
out to be its elder sisters. It is the expression of
one side of Human Nature — the muffin side. It has
| its little romance, related to the great Romance of
mortal life. And the more the man thinks of it in this
way, the greater respect will he feel for it, the more
thoroughly will he understand it, and the better
(consequently) will he do it. Moreover, it will amuse
him to reflect that, after all, the whole of Mankind
— directly or indirectly — sells muffins for a living!

As members of the corporation of Mankind,
Unlimited, you and I may therefore profit by the Secret
of Solomon. And if you like the story, I shall be glad
I wrote it.

Meanwhile I offer you assurance of my distin-
guished consideration, and I am,

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THE SECRET OF SOLOMON

BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE

HOW WISE SOLOMON WAS

Of all sons of men, King Solomon was wisest;
my audience has heard that before; but I have a
reason for reminding them of it now.

In his Book of Proverbs is abundant proof of
the fact,— of all human books it is the most sagacious
and conservative, and the sanest. None before or
since has known men and the world as Solomon knew
then, their frailties and follies.

Spreading far and wide, the fame of Solomon
reached Bakris, Queen of Sheba, herself wise, wealthy
and beautiful. But she had doubts concerning the
wisdom of Solomon, and, in order to determine the
matter, she journeyed from Southern Arabia to Jeru-
salem, carrying with her a selection of the most
difficult riddles in the world, wherewith to test his
sagacity.

The Queen was most hospitably received by the
Great King, who solved all her riddles without so much
as clearing his throat to gain time. Whereupon she

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made, him h^ndson** :pr6sents, and the confession, no
less handsome, that she found him yet wiser than had
been reported. So they became friends; and the
gossip of that day declares that from this Union of
Beauty and Wisdom, the Ethiopian race is descended,
— the Ethiopians, about whom we had imagined we
knew something!

But do not let this distract your minds from the
wisdom of Solomon. A man merely learned may
nevertheless be a fool; but a wise man, never. Nor
was Solomon's wisdom in danger of degenerating into
the dogmatism of senility; for he came to the throne
in his 'teens, and reigned forty years, — which is one
more nail in the coffin of Dr. Osier's reputation.

Moreover, Solomon built the Temple, the most
wonderful and costly building in the world.

HOW WEALTHY HE WAS

Where did Solomon get the money to build the
Temple?

That brings us to his second claim to distinction.

Not only was he the wisest, he was also the rich-
est man in the world.

How rich was he?

There is in circulation today a good deal more of
the precious metals than in the time of King Solomon ;
nevertheless, we have it on Scriptural authority that
his revenues, in a single year, were Six Hundred and
Sixty Six Talents of gold.

What would that mean in United States money?

If — as seems probable — a Hebrew talent of gold
be worth about $25,000, then the King's income
would be $16,500,000. And, if interest on capital
were 5%, that would make him worth something like
Three Hundred and Thirty Million Dollars.

Remember, too, that the purchasing power of a
dollar, a thousand years ago, was probably near a
hundred times what it is in our era.

So we are justified in saying that Solomon was
the richest of mankind. It is likely he could have
bought out King Croesus (who lived some five hun-
dred years later) and never have missed the money.

Richest as well as wisest of mankind; and he
built the Temple. He was an all-round man — about
the biggest we know of.

WHERE DID HE GET IT?

So far it has been plain sailing. But now we
come to .the third point; the answer to which will
repay consideration.

Where did he get it?

Did he make it in the Wall Street of Jerusalem?
No: in those days there were no stocks or stock-
markets.

For a like reason, he was President of no bank-
ing or insurance companies.

Nor did he, like our Morses, Edisons, Marconis
and Bells, patent an invention.

Neither did he corner wheat, or exploit a steel or
any other trust.

And — though credited with occult powers, — he
did not, after the fashion of Mediaeval alchemists,
make gold from baser metals.

Where, then, did he get it? Is the mystery as
impenetrable as that which veils the source of the
wealth of some of our political contemporaries?

Not at all; there is no mystery about the matter.

All historians agree that Solomon got his gold
from the Mines of Ophir.

Yes, he was a miner, — this Great King; his
wealth was clean, virgin gold out of the ground. He
was wise enough to get it in that way, and too wise
to try to get it in any other way. ^

A wonderful place was Ophir; not only supply-
ing gold and silver, but diamonds and other precious
stones, peacocks, sandalwood, ivory, and apes. But
of all its products, gold was the chief, — 24-carat gold,
running to $100,000 the ton.

Solomon was a pioneer miner of Ophir.

That is where his Three Hundred Million Dollars
came from.

THE GEOGRAPHICAL PROBLEM

But where were, or are, the Mines of Ophir?
They are like the Garden of Eden in that re-
spect; nobody really knows.

In Arabia, say some; others, on the further side

of India; and my friend, Mr. Rider Haggard, in his
fascinating Romance of "King Solomon's Mines/'
places them in Darkest Africa.

One thing, however, we do know about the site of
Ophir, and that is, that it took King Solomon's ships
three years to get there.

Three years — think of it !

And — providing all went well, three more to get
back again. Allowing one year for the digging,
which, without our modern quick-action machinery,
is not much, Solomon had to wait seven mortal years
for a single shipment.

That would be only about five shipments in the
forty years. They must have been big ones.

And what appalling obstacles!

No trains or steamboats; no telegraphs or wire-
less; not so much as a post-office. Travelers' tales
were the sole source of news ; and the seas were thick
with the worst sort of pirates.

A mine three years away. Nowadays, you might
as well tell your prospective investor that your mine
was in the Moon.

Why, Weston, the pedestrian, walking three and
a half miles an hour, takes three months to travel four
thousand miles on railway ties and motor roads across
this continent. At that rate, to circumambulate the
entire globe would consume eighteen months.

And eighteen months is only half the time Sol-
omon needed to reach the Mines of Ophir.

Now, suppose a promoter (the most eloquent one
alive) got in touch with the most reckless of all pos-

sible investors, and suggested to him the development
of a mine twice as far away as all round the world
afoot.

Would a committee of alienists be required to sit
on such a case?

He would be voted to a padded cell by popular
acclamation.

But are you able to conceive of an investor agree-
ing to such a proposition?

You don't have to conceive of it, for none such
exists.

Not today, — nevertheless, one did exist three
thousand years ago.

Was he a fool, or a maniac?

Not exactly. He was universally acknowledged
to be the wisest of mankind.

And his name was — Solomon.

SOLOMON'S SECRET OF SUCCESS

The audience now sees what I am driving at

Solomon, wisest of Kings and men, author of
the sanest and safest of books, was a gambler.

Compared with the mining risk he took, the wild-
est risks of our day are child's play, — school-boys
amusing themselves with marbles on the street-corner.

What shall we do about it? Say that it was the
single folly of a man otherwise chief of sages?

No: for, since the world made its first summer-
sault in space, the sole child of folly has been disaster.

But Solomon's gamble, so far from breeding disaster,
made him a multi-millionaire, and enabled him to
build the Temple.

And no King of our day could duplicate that
Temple, even at the cost of joining the bread-line.

There is no getting round it. Solomon made him-
self richest of men by a gamble. And that gamble,
so far from convicting him of folly, was the crowning
illustration of his sagacity.

Evidently, to profit by this lesson, we must revise
some of our fixed notions.

First let us recognize the truth that there are
gamblers — and gamblers.

One kind of gambler puts his last gold-piece on
the red, and when black comes up, goes forth and
sends a bullet through his head in Monte Carlo Gar-
dens.

He trusted to brute luck; his only use for a
brain was to shoot that bullet through it. He be-
lieved — no, not believed, for belief implies intellect —
he deluded himself with the notion that Something
may be got for Nothing, in this world.

Prompted by greed, debilitated by self-indul-
gence, narcotized by ignorance, he shut his eyes and
jumped.

He hoped to land in the Mines of Ophir; but
what happened was, that he tumbled over a steep
place into the Sea.

He was one kind of a gambler — the kind that
Solomon was NOT.

Here let me call your attention to something.—

Wc have gambling houses, run by so-called gam-
blers. They are frequented by men who bet on the
turn of the die, always losing in the long and often in
the short run, and pauperizing themselves if they
keep at it.

It is these men — not the keepers of the establish-
ment — who are the real gamblers.

The keepers of the establishment are not gam-
blers at all; for, so far from courting chance, they
are sedulous to take no chances.

Their dice are loaded, their cards marked, their
roulette wheels obey their hand. They always play
the sure thing.

Not on any gambling of their own, but on their
customers' gambling do they grow rich. They work
on a principle opposite as the poles to their customers'.

And the imbecility which prompts the latter to
pour their money into the former's laps should not
be blamed on the gambling-house keepers, who merely
afford facilities for the exploitation of this imbecility.

Be that as it may, Solomon belonged to neither
class.

What sort of a gambler, then, was he?

THE SORT OF A GAMBLER SOLOMON WAS

When the Great King, casting about for means
to build his Temple, adopted the Ophir Mines scheme,
he was neither shutting his eyes and jumping at
hazard, nor was he playing a sure thing.

No absolutely sure thing exists; even a loaded
die may lose.

Solomon knew he was taking a risk.

The promoters might be liars, or self-deceived.
That was an obvious risk.

Do you know how Solomon met it?

By his profound knowledge of the human heart
He tested the integrity and judgment of those pro-
moters to the last fibre, as he would test the rope
which was to swing him across an abyss.

Other risks he met by his knowledge of natural
laws and of human affairs. Was a mine likely to
exist where they said? Could it be as rich as they
asserted? Was labor for its working available?
Would expenses outweigh profits? Vital questions,
to which his wisdom must find answers.

The Great King, in short, was not under the
delusion that Something may be had for Nothing.
He was ready to give the Quid pro Quo.

Against the treasures of Ophir, he staked the
treasures of a wisdom not less inestimable. He knew
that, to control the Goddess of Chance, he must bring
to the struggle intelligence, prudence and persistence
such as to equalize the odds. He did not shut his
eyes, but opened them to their widest.

Yet, after all precautions and calculations, be
sure that Solomon knew his risk, and that even his
wisdom had its limits. Yes, Ophir was a risk; but a
risk worthy a King's taking; and Solomon was King
and man and gambler enough to take it.

If he lost, the Temple could never be built, and
his reign would be a failure.

But, with his wits about him, with all his re-
sources at command, he accepted the challenge of
destiny — and he won.

That was the sort of gambler Solomon was.

OTHER GAMBLERS

That was the Secret of Solomon; he was a
gambler.

And without that element in his nature, never,
for all his wisdom, would he have accomplished the
mighty works by which we know him and for which
we honor him.

Nor was it a blot on hie character; it was one
of his noblest endowments.

I will say more; — every man whose acts have
advanced civilization, created new eras in history,
conferred signal benefits on mankind, — all men of
that stamp have been such gamblers as was Solomon.

Alexander the Great — what a titanic gambler
was he! What enterprise more desperate than the
conquest of the world with a handful of Macedonian
soldiers !

But that marvellous Boy had calculated the odds.
The greatest of philosophers and scientists — Aristotle
— had developed his mind; the greatest soldier before
himself — his own father, Philip — had taught him the
art and practice of war; he knew what clumsy rabbles

were the armies opposed to him; he knew the impreg-
nability of that Macedonian phalanx of his, — and he
trusted to his own towering ambition and genius. He
was a successful gambler who deserved success.

Another of the giant brotherhood — Julius Caesar
— was a gambler as successful as and more reckless
than Alexander. His debts before he was twenty
were high in the millions. By way of getting even
with the world, he conquered it.

But, before that, captured by pirates (as ruthless
and lawless cutthroats as ever flew the black flag)
Caesar, standing solitary on their deck, actually
assumed command of the ship and ordered the des-
peradoes about like poodle-dogs. He bade them steer
for his own home-port, promising them as reward a
hanging as soon as they got there. What is more,
on arrival, he fulfilled his promise down to the last
scoundrel.

In his European campaigns, his legions always
conquered; but in the eye and voice of Caesar was
something which conquered the legions themselves.
Finally, by crossing the Rubicon, he challenged the
Power which had overcome all nations; but Rome
herself had to yield to Caesar, the gambler who made
Chance obey him.

Then, that slim, aquiline, sallow little Corsican
student at Brienne, — he too had the soul of an heroic
gambler. Before he was thirty, the Continent was at
his mercy. But, like other great gamblers whose
game is war, Napoleon was at last destroyed by forces
he had himself unleashed.

Gamblers who, like Solomon, win in the long last,
are those who devote their genius and fortune to the
cause of prosperity and peace. For, then, the laws
of nature and the interests of humanity fight on their
side.

The latest famous gambler of this sort died only
the other day.

His name was Cecil Rhodes.

A MODERN WORLD-MAKER

Let the young men in this audience listen; for
this is the story of a young man.

Cecil Rhodes, an Englishman, gambled more for
England's sake than his own.

He was nothing astounding to look at, — a quiet,
courteous young Oxford graduate, delicate of consti-
tution (he went to Africa for his health;) self-pos-
sessed, observant, thoughtful. But no man in Eng-
land had a soul so big, deep and daring as his. And
he was a gambler to the marrow.

He needed Africa not for his bodily health only,
but for his mind and imagination too.

Remember that nothing else is more indispensa-
ble to greatness in a man than imagination. The
best men have always been men of imagination. But
for the imagination of Christopher Columbus, where
would we be to-day?

England is an island— quite an island too in its
way — but Rhodes could not get air enough to breathe

in it; his imagination was not insular, but continental,
nay, world-wide.

The continent of Africa served to set him going.

Some men — notable in their degree — regard Africa
as a place to shoot big game in; beyond that they
see nothing in it.

Others — like Livingstone — have spent unselfish
lives in the effort to enlighten the minds and uplift
the moral nature of black men.

Still others, like Beit and Bernato, sought Africa
for fortunes, and made them.

Compared with such people, Rhodes was as a
California sequoia to the sapling peach-tree strug-
gling for life in your back-yard.

Sitting in meditation in his veranda chair one
evening, his mind surveyed the mighty region to the
north — rivers, mountain-chains, forests, valleys, table-
lands, — and his imagination pictured all as an empire
for England — as the future scene of a national power
and wealth and of a human expansion and develop-
ment, the like whereof the world had never yet beheld.

He said — but so low that the man in the neigh-
boring chair did not catch the words — "I'll do it."

He was a mere boy in years, utterly unknown,
with no pull social or political, and with an income of
perhaps $1500 a year.

But he had that soul, and that imagination, and
he was a gambler.

At dinner that evening he remarked to the man
opposite, "A railway from the Cape to Cairo would
be a good thing."

The man opposite chuckled indulgently.
"Dreams, my boy. Get down to the practical."

Rhodes said (to himself this time), "Money is my
need. Well, I'll get it."

Kimberly diamond mines were starting then. Beit
and Barnato were in them. Rhodes, using men, in
his quiet way, as we use a spoon for porridge, joined
them; and money began to come.

For money he personally cared no more than do
you for your last year's shoes; but for its aid toward
realizing his dreams he did care. So he dug diamonds
by handfuls out of the stiff blue clay in the conical
pits; and broke off clusters of gold from the reefs of
the north, till he could count his wealth by millions
sterling, and his credit in countless millions more.

Child's play — for him — but useful.

He also recognized the value of political influ-
ence; at thirty-one he was in the Cape Ministry; at
thirty-six he was Prime Minister.

England and the wovlc 1 had begun to know him
now, and followed his course with mouths agape.

His dream of empire was taking form. Study
the plans he laic and the deeds he did, — their far-
reaching wisdom and tremendous energy.

But all at once, the Boer War happened.

What was a war to Cecil Rhodes? — A gambler's
risk. He shrugged his shoulders, but never flinched
or swerved.

Summoned to England to explain things, he ap-
peared before a Parliamentary Committee composed
of the ablest men in England.

Rhodes treated them as the head-master treats
the kindergarten class, — kindly, patiently, but with
the invincible superiority of his genius.

He dominated them as Pike's Peak dominates
Colorado Springs. He gave them a needed lesson in
the meaning and ethics of gambling; after which they
bowed him humbly out, and never again meddled with
him.

The world-beater resumed his labor of world-
building.

But now came a new interruption — Death.

Another gambler's risk, which Rhodes accepted
with composure. For he knew that the seed he had
sown would bring forth grain, and was too great to
grieve that it would be reaped by others. He died,
assured that his work would be completed. He died —
but will live as long as England.

THE COMPANY

But whether Rhodes had lived or died, men of
his strain always arise to keep up the great tradition.

Always will there be great World-builders,
Leaders of Civilization, to carry on the mission begun
by their predecessors.

Invention, Discovery, Commerce, Industry, are
immortal. The Firm of Solomon, Columbus, Rhodes
and Company will never lack living representatives.

Benjamin Franklin got the first human grip on
electricity in 1752. Morse's telegraph followed

ninety years after. Edison, thirty-seven years ago,
made it print its messages. Beli, in 1876, taught his
roice to ride on the current, with but a wire to hold
on by, for thousands of miles; and only the other day,
young Marconi dropped the wire, and carries on liv-
ing conversations, through empty air, across oceans.

These members of the Company have trans-
formed the business world, and hundreds of thousands
of men and women find daily employment in handling
their inventions.

George Stephenson built his locomotive in 1830.
Mankind began running to and fro upon the earth,
subduing it, and making one another's acquaintance.
In 1859 George Pullman enabled them to go to bed
and sleep at night on their way. And again thou-
sands upon thousands of idle hands got work to do.

And then appeared the organizers.

Lincoln and Grant saved the Union; but the
Railroad Kings kept it alive after it was saved. And
if two million men risked their lives in the Civil War,
how many more have owed their living to railroads
since the War was fought?

Vanderbilt began the wonderful game of amal-
gamating roads and managing them from a central
seat of authority. Huntington and his rivals or asso-
ciates bestrode the continent and bound its Pacific
coast with steel. ' r 1 when only the other day Har-
riman opened his . .th, the world paid even stricter
attention than to a Presidential Message.

Railroads need steel. Carnegie, the canny
Scotch peasant-boy, opened his first little factory in

1865; Bessemer perfected his process five years later;
and with an explosion, as it were, steel rose from
the bottom to the top of the heap. The sum which
the Steel Corporation set apart for up-keep and im-
provements, after earning dividends, has been some-
thing like 232,000,000 dollars during the past eight or
nine years.

One of their iron-ore mines contains 400 million
tons of the best sort of ore.

Rockefeller started neck and neck with Carnegie.
He found, after a few years, that he was producing
4% of the oil in this country. He put those
economical and far-seeing brains of his at work, and
in seven years more he was selling 95% of the
total American output. The Trust has a payroll of
70,000 persons, and its net profits per annum are 800
million dollars — or more.

There were a dozen big tobacco men thirty years
ago. Competition ate into their profits. Duke, and
a few other men of industrial genius, got them to-
gether, and now the New American Tobacco Com-
pany earns per annum 27 million dollars net.

Cotton is still King in the United States; and
though there have been a few half-hearted attempts,
no maa or allied group of men is as yet King of
Cotton. But the capitalization of American cotton
interests is 750 million dollars; and two and a half
million persons get their living handling it.

But this enumeration may as well stop: — there is
no end to it.

The gist of it all is, that the present stupendous

industrial production of this country is due to the
brains and energy of a mere handful of individuals, —
all of them members in good standing of the Firm
of Solomon, Columbus, Rhodes and Company.

By organizing and economizing the work of the
nation, they have hastened our development by hun-
dreds of years; they have put money in people's
pockets and bread in their mouths, and they have
saved all hands uncounted billions of dollars.

But they are Gamblers?

Yes : and it begins to look as if gambling were not
so black as it is painted.

THE TALENT IN THE NAPKIN

Now arises a pink-faced gentleman in a plump
white waistcoat.

He says. — "Gambling, as you term it — specula-
tion might be a more accurate word — is all very well
for persons with large fortunes, or for men of indus-
trial and inventive talent. But most people are only
fairly well off. Why is it not wiser for them to stay
on the safe side? — retain what they have, rather than
risk losing it by grasping after what they may never
get?"

This gentleman owns a talent, done up in a
napkin, in a safe-deposit drawer.

It is doing nothing there, — helping no one. But
he thinks it's safe.

Well, he will certainly not lose it. But then he
will never use it either.

And what, after all, is the difference between
losing and never using?

The pink-faced gentleman is a conservative.

Were all like him, — were there no Firm of Solo-
mon, Columbus, Rhodes and Company, — he might
still have a pink face; but he would not have a white
waistcoat. For he would be a primeval savage in a
grass girdle. And nothing would have been done
since the Flood to make the world different from what
it was at the start.

Men who live by brains and courage live in their
deeds after their bodies are dust.

Parasites (conservatives) live on the brains and
courage of Solomon & Co., and, dying, are perfectly
and permanently dead.

"Keep on the safe side!" is the conservatives'
motto.

Solomon & Co. have several. For example: —

"One crowded hour of glorious life is worth a
world without a name!"

Another: — "There is a tide in the affairs of men
which, taken at the flood, leads on to Fortune. Omit-
ted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows
and in miseries."

Or, that anecdote of Queen Elizabeth and her
noble suitor: —

"Fain would I climb, but that I fear to fall!"
wrote his timid little lordship on the great Queen's
chamber window-pane, with his diamond ring.

"If thy heart fail thee, do not climb at all!"

wrote the wise and royal Virgin beneath it; and, later,
she had the young gentleman's head chopped off.

But poetry and tradition are full of boosts for
gamblers; whereas the comments on conservatives are
seldom complimentary.

He that locks his talent in a safe-deposit drawer,
locks up his soul along with it.

But no key turns on the souls of the Solomon
folk.

They have put out their talent at interest ia the
world, and the world is theirs forever.

THE ROLL-CALL

Will any person in the audience who wants some*
thing he has not, please rise?

— All are on their legs — even the conservatives.

Now let us see what each of you desires.

The salaried men would like to cease beiag other
men's men.

Professional men would like a chance to catch
their breath.

Business men would like another string to their
bow.

Politicians would like to be able to tell frankly
where they got it.

Clergymen and philanthropists would like means
to do good.

Artists of all kinds would like to cultivate art
instead of patrons.

Farmers would like ^epurity against* short ero^s,
bad markets, and murderous freight rates.

Capitalists, of course, would like a good invest-
ment

Poor men would like security from the poor-
house.

Idle men would like a spur in life.

Young men would like the sinews of war.

Old men would like an evening of peace.

Columbuses would like their caravels and crews.

Rhodeses would like their Cape-to-Cairo railways,

Solomons would like their temples.

The world is still unfinished, and each of us,
in his own way and degree, would like a hand in the
finishing.

It appears, then, that the thing which you all
want, and have not, or have not enough of, is money.

For money means for each, ability to take part in
life in the manner best suited to him.

How, then, would you prefer to get your money?

In the form of wages, or of alms, from others?

Or would you rob, or trick others out of money?

Or would you choose, diminishing no one's pos-
sessions, to increase the wealth of all along with
your own?

If so, then but one course is open to you.

You must bear a hand in finishing the world.

RECESSIONAL

Unwrap from its napkin that talent in the safe-
deposit drawer.

Take the tide at its flood.

Climb, and do not fall.

Open the door to opportunity.

Remember, that the most paltry way to lose is —
not to use !

But remember, too, that Solomon looked before
he leaped.

Study the situation well.

In the whirl of excitement, keep your head level.

Trust those who have proved themselves trust-
worthy.

Listen most to those who talk lowest and promise
least.

But, having resolved what to do, be prompt

For he that lingers till tomorrow buys dear what
was cheap yesterday.

As the audience retires, let each person take a
copy of the verses which will be handed to them, writ-
ten three hundred years ago.

Read it and lay it to heart.

He either fears his fate too much,

Or his desert is small,
Who dares not put it to the touch,—
To win or lose it alii

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