The story turned out to be this： George Sang is an office clerk. He bought a lottery ticket issued by a bank a few days ago. The awards opened yesterday and he won a prize of $500，000. So he felt very happy after work and felt the music was so wonderful， that he took out 50 dollars and put in the hat. However the lottery ticket was also thrown in. The violinist was a student at an Arts College and had planned to attend advanced studies in Vienna. He had booked the ticket and would fly that morning. However when he was cleaning up he found the lottery ticket. Thinking that the owner would return to look for it， he cancelled the flight and came back to where he was given the lottery ticket.
Later someone asked the violinist： “At that time you were in needed to pay the tuition fee and you had to play the violin in the subway station every day to make the money. Then why didn’t you take the lottery ticket for yourself？”
The violinist said， “Although I don’t have much money， I live happily； but if I lose honesty， I won’t be happy forever.”
Through our lives， we can gain a lot and lose so much. But being honest should always be with us. If we bear ourselves in a deceptive and dishonest way， we may succeed temporarily. However， from the long-term view， we will be a loser. Such kind of people are just like the water on the mountain. It stands high above the masses at the beginning， but gradually it comes down inch by inch and loses the chance of going up.
在繁华的纽约，曾经发生了这样一件震撼人心的事情。
星期五的傍晚，一个贫穷的年轻艺人仍然像往常一样站在地铁站门口，专心致志地拉着他的小提琴。琴声优美动听，虽然人们都急急忙忙地赶着回家过周末，但还是有很多人情不自禁地放慢了脚步，时不时地会有一些人在年轻艺人跟前的礼帽里放一些钱。
第二天黄昏，年轻的艺人又像往常一样准时来到地铁门口，把他的礼帽摘下来很优雅地放在地上。和以往不同的是，他还从包里拿出一张大纸，然后很认真地铺在地上，四周还用自备的小石块压上。做完这一切以后，他调试好小提琴，又开始了演奏，声音似乎比以前更动听更悠扬。
不久，年轻的小提琴手周围站满了人，人们都被铺在地上的那张大纸上的字吸引了，有的人还踮起脚尖看。上面写着：“昨天傍晚，有一位叫乔治·桑的先生错将一份很重要的东西放在我的礼帽里，请您速来认领。”
见此情景，人群之间引起一阵骚动，都想知道这是一份什么样的东西。过了半小时左右，一位中年男人急急忙忙跑过来，拨开人群就冲到小提琴手面前，抓住他的肩膀语无伦次的说：“啊！是您呀，您真的来了，我就知道您是个诚实的人，您一定会来的。”
年轻的小提琴手冷静地问：“您是乔治·桑先生吗？”
那人连忙点头。小提琴手又问：“您遗落了什么东西吗？”
那位先生说：“奖票，奖票。”
小提琴手于是掏出一张奖票，上面还醒目地写着乔治·桑，小提琴手举着彩票问：“是这个吗？”
乔治·桑迅速地点点头，抢过奖票吻了一下，然后又抱着小提琴手在地上跳起了舞。
原来事情是这样的，乔治·桑是一家公司的小职员，他前些日子买了一张一家银行发行的奖票，昨天上午开奖，他中了50万美元的奖金。昨天下班，他心情很好，觉得音乐也特别美妙，于是就从钱包里掏出50美元，放在了礼帽里，可是不小心把奖票也扔了进去。小提琴手是一名艺术学院的学生，本来打算去维也纳进修，已经定好了机票，时间就在今天上午，可是他昨天整理东西时发现了这张奖票，想到失主会来找，于是今天就退掉了机票，又准时来到这里。
后来，有人问小提琴手：“你当时那么需要一笔学费，为了赚够这笔学费，你不得不每天到地铁站拉提琴。那你为什么不把那50万元的奖票留下呢？”
小提琴手说：“虽然我没钱，但我活得很快乐；假如我没了诚信，我一天也不会快乐。”
在人的一生中，我们会得到许多，也会失去许多，但守信用却应是始终陪伴我们的。如果以虚伪、不诚实的方式为人处世，也许能获得暂时的“成功”，但从长远看，他最终是个失败者。这种人就像山上的水，刚开始的时候，是高高在上，但渐渐地它就越来越下降，再没有一个上升的机会。
A Pair of Socks一双袜子
One fine afternoon I was walking along Fifth Avenue， when I remembered that it was necessary to buy a pair of socks. I turned into the first sock shop that caught my eye， and a boy clerk who could not have been more than seventeen years old came forward. “What can I do for you， sir？” “I want to buy a pair of socks.” His eyes glowed. There was a note of passion in his voice. “Did you know that you had come into the finest place in the world to buy socks？” I had not been aware of that， as my entrance had been accidental. “Come with me，” said the boy， ecstatically. I followed him to the rear of the shop， and he began to haul down from the shelves box after box， displaying their contents for my delectation.
“Hold on， lad， I am going to buy only one pair！” “I know that，” said he， “but I want you to see how marvelously beautiful these are. Aren’t they wonderful？” There was on his face an expression of solemn and holy rapture， as if he were revealing to me the mysteries of his religion. I became far more interested in him than in the socks. I looked at him in amazement. “My friend，” said I， “if you can keep this up， if this is not merely the enthusiasm that comes from novelty， from having a new job， if you can keep up this zeal and excitement day after day， in ten years you will own every sock in the United States.”
My amazement at his pride and joy in salesmanship will be easily understood by all who read this article. In many shops the customer has to wait for someone to wait upon him. And when finally some clerk does deign to notice you， you are made to feel as if you were interrupting him. Either he is absorbed in profound thought in which he hates to be disturbed or he is skylarking with a girl clerk and you feel like apologizing for thrusting yourself into such intimacy.
He displays no interest either in you or in the goods he is paid to sell. Yet possibly that very clerk who is now so apathetic began his career with hope and enthusiasm. The daily grind was too much for him； the novelty wore off； his only pleasures were found outside of working hours. He became a mechanical， not inspired， salesman. After being mechanical， he became incompetent； then he saw younger clerks who had more zest in their work， promoted over him. He became sour. That was the last stage. His usefulness was over.
I have observed this melancholy decline in the lives of so many men in so many occupations that I have come to the conclusion that the surest road to failure is to do things mechanically. There are many teachers in schools and colleges who seem duller than the dullest of their pupils； they go through the motions of teaching， but they are as impersonal as a telephone.
一个晴朗的下午，我沿第五大街而行，忽然想起需要买双袜子。我拐进看到的第一家袜店，一个不到17岁的少年售货员迎上来：“先生，我能为您效劳吗？”“我想买双短袜。”他双眸满是热情，声音饱含激情：“您知道您来到了世界上最好的袜店吗？”我倒并未意识到这点，我不过是随便进来的。“随我来，”男孩欣喜若狂地说。我跟着他往里走。他开始从货架上拽下一个又一个盒子，向我展示里面的袜子，让我欣赏。
