Gallegher And Other Stories Summary: The pity of the whole situation was, that the boy was only a boy with all his man’s miserable knowledge of the world, and the reason of it all was, that he had entirely too much heart and not enough money to make an unsuccessful gambler. If he had only been able to lose his conscience instead of his money, or even if he had kept his conscience and won, it is not likely that he would have been waiting for the lights to go out at Monte Carlo.
We had had so many office–boys before Gallegher came among us that they had begun to lose the characteristics of individuals, and became merged in a composite photograph of small boys, to whom we applied the generic title of “Here, you”; or “You, boy.”
We had had sleepy boys, and lazy boys, and bright, “smart” boys, who became so familiar on so short an acquaintance that we were forced to part with them to save our own self–respect.
They generally graduated into district–messenger boys, and occasionally returned to us in blue coats with nickel–plated buttons, and patronized us.