When he was young, fortune smiled on Thomas Craighead Buntin of Nashville, Tenn., but he was disconsolate. He was a rich man's son; he had a $300-a-month job as the nontoiling, unfirable general manager of his grandfather's insurance business, drew a $200-a-month allowance from his doting mother, had a pretty and loving wife, three children, two cars, social position and all the creature comforts. By the time he was 28, nevertheless, he seemed to be fizzing toward self-destruction like a lighted skyrocket.
He was a tall, fragile, handsome young man. He had moods...
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