The new arrival made his way through the streets of the city in search of a cousin he had not seen since childhood. Stopping a man who was passing his way, he began,
"Sir, I'm searching for Fielding, who is director of the largest charitable society in this city. Can you give me directions?"
"Certainly," came the reply, "I know the man very well. You are speaking of Brian Fielding, a fellow utterly without culture of any kind. Keep going down this street and you'll arrive at the society's headquarters."
The newcomer expressed his thanks, but soon had to ask further directions from someone else. As before, he explained his desire to find Fielding, director of the charity society.
"Oh, you mean Fielding the crook; the one who runs all those phony sales in his store every year. Turn right at the next corner."
Finally reaching the building, the fellow entered and before long found a man who looked like his long lost cousin.
"Pardon me," he said, "but are you Fielding?"
"Who, Fielding the miser, the man who lets his wife and children starve while he buys himself only the best? No, I'm not and I'm thankful for it. Fielding's store is across the street. You'll probably find him there."
The stranger made his way to Fielding's place of business, introduced himself and exchanged the expected greetings. At length the visitor inquired,
"Tell me, you occupy a prominent position in the charity society, one with heavy responsibilities. Why do you devote so much time to it? Is it the money they pay you?"
"I don't get paid," replied Fielding, "Not a penny."
"Then why do you do it?"
The man inflated himself with pride and pronounced,
"For the honor ..."
-----------------A Final Thought ...
"The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82), U.S. philosopher