stuy
If M
mm
V laugh at him. WUo a am a sit
In th warm sunshine, do 700 ask Lira
(or proof of It? Hi- toda; that is all
And We f Ii.lt ! .ill. W Want DO
proof of our tiod. W feel, we feell
We do Dol tellers Id our God becaus
tbe Bible tells ua of blin. W bellev
Id th lllble becaoM be tell ns of It
We feel him. we feel blm. we feel: thai
la alL And tbe poor ball swamped
devil mutters:
"Hut If tbe day should come wbeo
you do oot feeir
And we laugh and cry blm down.
"It will never come never!" And
th poor devil slinks to aleep again
with bla tall between bla legs. Fierce
assertion many times related la bard
to stand against Only time separates
the truth from the lie. 80 we dream
n.
One day we fo "'to our father to
town, to church. Tbe townspeople rus
tle in their silks and tbe men In their
slock cloth and settle themselves In
their pews, and tbe light shines In
through the windows on the artificial
flowers in tbe women's bonnets. We
Lave the same nilscrahle feeling that
we hnre In a shop where all the clerka
are very smart. We wish our father
hadn't brought Da to town and we
were out on the "karroo." Then tbe
man In the pulpit leglna to preach.
Ills text la. "lie that believetb not
ball be damned."
The day before the magltrtratc's
clerk, who was sn atheist, has died In
the street, struck by lightning.
Tbe man In the pulpit mentlona no
name, but he talks of "the hand of
tlod made vlslhle among as." He tells
us bow, when the white stroke fell,
quivering ami naked, tbe soul tied, rob
bed of his earthly Hlamrnt. and lay at
the footstool of (iod; how over Its bead
tins been fioured out the wrath of the
Mighty Uue, whose existence It has
denied, and. quivering ami terrified.
It has fled to tbe everlustlng shade.
We, as wo listen, half start up. Ev
ery drop of blood In our body has rush
ed to our bead. lie lies, be lies, be
lli-s! That man In the pulpit Ileal Will
no one stop blm? Have none of tbera
heard, do none of them know, that
when tbe poor dark soul shut Ita eyes
on earth It opened them in the still
Hunt of heaven; that there Is no wrath
where (lod'a face Is; that if one could
once creep to tbe footstool of (iod thero
la everlasting peace there, like tbe
tmis stillness of tbe early morning?
While the atheist lay wondering and
frold God bent ''own and Mild: "My
child, here I am 1. whm you have
not known; I, whom you have not be
lieved In. I am here. I sent my oh-
aengcr, the white sheet lightning, to
call you home. I am here."
Then the poor soul turned to tbe light
Its weakness and pain were goue for
ever. Have they not known, have they not
heard, who It Is rules?
"For a llttlo moment have I hidden
my face from thee, but with everlast
ing kindness will I have mercy upou
tbee, saltb the Lord thy Redeemer."
We mutter on to ourselves till some
one pulls us violently by the arm to re
mind us we are In church. We aeo
nothing but our own Ideas.
Presently every one turns to pray.
There are (WO souls lifting themselves
to tbe Everlasting Light.
Behind ns sit two pretty Indies. One
hands ber scent bottle softly to the
other, and a mother pulls down ber
little girl's frock. Ono lady drops ber
handkerchief. A gentleman plrks It up.
She blushes. The women In tbe choir
turn softly the leaves of their time
books to be ready when the praying la
done. It la as though they thought
more of the singing than the Rverlaat
Ing Father. Oh, would It not be more
Worship of him to sit alone In lot "kar
roo" and kiss one little purple flower
that he had uiadeT Is It not mockery ?
Then the thought Comes. "What docst
tbou here, Elijah r We who Judge
what are we better than they? leather
worse. Is It any excuse to say. "I am
but a child and must comer" Does
God allow any soul to step In tictween
the spirit he made and himself? Wbat
do we tlure In that place where all
the words are lies against the AU Fa
ther? Filled with horror, wo turn and
flee out of the place. On the pavement
we smite our foot and svrcnr In onr
child's nul never arnin to enter those
places w here men come t sing and
pray. We arc questioned afterward.
Why was It we weut oot ;f tbe church?
How can wo exphiln? We stand
llent Then we are pressed further,
and we try to tell. Then a head Is
shaken solemnly at as. No one can
think It wrong to go to the house of the j
Lord. It Is the Idle excuse of a wicked
boy. When will we think seriously of
our souls and love goln to church?
We arc wicked, very w icked. And we
we slink away ami ko alone to cry.
Will It be always so? Whether we
hate and doubt or vnethcr we believe
and love, to our dearest are we to seem
always wicked?
We do not yet know that In the soul's
search for truth the bitterness lies here
the striving cannot always bide It
self among tbe thongbts. Sooner or
later tt will clothe luctf In outward
action. Then It steps In and divides
between the soul snd wbat tt loves.
All thing on earth bar their price,
and for truth we pay the dearest Wo
tarter It fur love and sympathy. The
tuad to honor Is paved with thorns,
hut 00 the ath to truth, at every step
yon set yea.- foot dowa oa your owa
heart.
Tt
Then at last a new time the time of
waking, abort, sharp and not pleasant
as waklugs ofteu are.
Sleep and dreams exist on this con
ditionthat no one wake the dreamer.
And now. life take us ud between I
tier linger aid thumb, shakes us furl-.
ously till our poor nodding head Is well
nigh rolled from our shoulders, and she 1
aets us down a little hardly oa tbe bare
earth, bruised and sore, but prefer
naturally wideawake.
We have said la our daya of dream
ing: "Injustice and wrong are a seem
ing Fain Is a shadow. Our God. he la
be Wbo made all thing, kbd be .
only Is love."
Now life taken ua by the neck and
hows aa a few other thlnc-newms le
Crave with tbe red sand flying about
them, eyes thai we love with too
worm eating them, evt! ecu walk In,
lerfc and fat the whele terrible burly
tarty of tbe thing called tfe-and she
ay. "What do yo tului of these?"
oar not aay "Nothing.. We feel
The are very real But we
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try to lay our bands about and feel
that other thing we felt before., In, the
dark nlgbt la tbe fuel room we cry to
our beautiful dream god: "Oh, let as
come near you and lay our head
against your feet Now In our hour of
need be near ns." Dot be la not there.
He Is gone away. Tbe old questioning
devil Is there.
We must bare been awakened sooner
or later. The Imagination cannot al
ways triumph over reality, the desire
over truth. We must bave been awak
ened. If tt waa done a little sharply,
wbat matter? It was done thorough
ly, and It had to be done.
Til
And a new life begins for ua, a new
time, a life as cold aa that of a man
who aita on tbe pinnacle of an Iceberg
and sees tbe glittering crystals all
about him. The old looks Indeed like
a long, hot delirium, peopled with
phantasies. Tbe new Is cold enough.
Now we have no God. We have had
I wo the olu God that our fathers
bunded down to us, that we bated and
never liked; the new One that we
made for ourselves, that we loved. Dut
uow he has flitted away from us, and
we see wbat he waa made of the
shadow of our highest Ideal, crowned
snd throned. Now we have no God.
"The fool hath said In bis heart,
There la no God." It may be so. Most
things said or written have been the
work of fools.
This thing Is certain he la a fool
wbo says, "No man hath said In bis
heart. There Is no tlod."
It has been said many thousand
times In hearts with profound bitter
ness of earnest faith.
We do not cry and weep. We alt
dowa with cold eyes and look at the
world. We are not miserable. Why
should we be? We eat and drink and
sleep all night but tbe dead are not
colder.
And we say tt slowly, but without
sighing: "Yes; we see it now. There
Is no God."
And, we add, growing a little colder
yet: "There Is no Justice. Tbe 01 die
In the yoke beneath Its master's whip.
It turns Its anguish filled eyes on tbe
sunlight, but there Is no sign of recom
pense to be made It The black man Is
shot like a dog. and It goes well with
the shooter. The Innocent are accused,
and tbe accuser triumphs. If you will
bike the trouble to scratch the surface
anywhere, you will see under the skin
a sentient being writhing In Impotent
anguish."
And, we say further, and our heart
la aa the heart of the dead for coldness:
Tlicre Is no order. All Ihlugs are
driven aboct by a blind chance."
Wbat a soul driaka In wltb ita moth
er's milk will not leave It In a day.
From our earliest bour we hu? been
taught that the thought of the heait.
the shaping of the ratncloud, tbe
amount of wool that grows on
sheep's back, the length of a draft
and the growing of tbe corn depeud
on nothing that moves Immutable, at
the heart of all things; but on tbe
changeable will of a changeable being
whom our prayers can alter. To us,
from tbe beginning, nature baa beeu
but a poor, plastic thing, to be toyed
wltb tbia way or that aa man bappena
to please his deity or not to go to
church or not to say his prayers right
or not to travel on a Sunday or not
Was It possible for us In an Instant to
see nature aa she Is tbe flowing vest
ment of an unchaucing reality ? When
a soul breaks free from the arma of a
superstition, bits of the claws and
talons break themselves off In blm. It
Is not tbe work of a day to squeese
them out
And so. for us, tbe humanlike driver
and guide being gone, all existence, as
we look out at tt with our chilled, won
dering eyes, la an aimless rise and
swell of shifting waters. In all that
weltcrlug chaos wo can see no spot so
large as a man's hand on which we
may plant our foot
Whether a man believes In a human
like God or no la a email thing. Wheth
er he looka Into the mental and phys
ical world and aeea no relation be
tween cause and effect, 00 order but a
blind chance sporting, this la the
mightiest fact that can be recorded In
any spiritual existence. It were al
most a mercy to cut his throat If In
deed he does not do tt for himself.
We. however, do not cut our throats.
To da so would Imply some desire and
feeling, and we bave 00 desire and no
feeling. We are only cold. We do not
wish to live, and we do not wish to dlo.
One day a snake curls Itself round the
waist of a Kaffir woman. We take It
in our hand, awing It round and round
and fling It on the ground dead. I'.v
ery one looks at us with eyes of admi
ration. We almost laugh. Is It wonder-
nu to nsx tnat for which we care
nothing ?
In truth, nothing matters. Tbls dirty
tittle world full of confusion, and the
blue rag stretched overhead for a sky
la so low we could touch It with our
hand.
Existence la a great pot and the old
fate wbo stirs It round cares nothing
wbat rtsea to the top and what goes
down and laughs wbn tbe bobbles
burst And we do not care. Let It
boll about Why sbould we trouble
cursefces Nevertheless tbe physical
sensations are real. Hunger hurts, and
thirst; therefore we eat and drink. In
action pains us; therefore we work like
galley slaves. No one demands It but
we set ourselves to build a great dam
In red sand beyond the graves.
Id tbe gray dawn before the sheep
are let out we work at It AU day,
while tbe young ostriches we tend
; feed about oa, we work oa through tbe
fiercest heat The people wonder
wbat new aptrlt has seised as now.
They do not know we are workina for
life. We bear the greatest stones and
feel a satisfaction when we stagger
under them and are bart by a pang
that ahoota throagb oar cheat While
we eat oar dinner we carry oa baskets
full of earth, as though the devil drove
os. The Kaffir servant bare a story
that at night a witch and two white
oxen come to help ua, No wait they
ear. could stow oa aalcklv uidee u
hands.
At night alone la our cabin, we alt
no more brooding over tbe fir. What
ahouM we thiok of Dow T AU la empti
ness. So we take tbe rl arithmetic,
and tbe multiplication tablet which
with so much (lus we learned long
ago and forgot directly, we learn now
In a few boars sad never forget again.
W Uke a strange satisfaction la
working arithmetical proMoma. W
pause la our bnilding to cover the
stows with flgures and calculations.
We save money lor a Latin graiuuiar
and aa algebra and carry them about
In our pocket, poring over them as
over oar Bible of old. We have thought
w were utterly stupid. Incapable of
remembering anything, of learning
anything. Now w Hod that all la
easy. Ua a new soul crept Into this
old body, that even our intellectual
faculties are changed?. We marvel.
not perceiving that what a man ex
pends in prayer and ecstasy be cannot
have over for acqnlrlug knowledge.
Too never sbed a tear or create
Deauurai image or quiver with emo
tion but yon pay for It at the practical,
calculating end of your nature. Too
hare Just so much force. When the
one channel run over, the other run
dry.
- And now we turn to Nature. All
tbese years w have lived beside ber,
and we bar never seen her. Now w
open our eyes and look at ber.
Tbe rocks have been to ns a blur of
brown. W bend over them, and the
disoiganlxed masses dissolve Into a
many colored, many shaped, carefully
arranged form of existence, ber niai
es of rainbow tinted crystals half
fused together, there bands of smooth
gray and red methodically overlying
each other. This rock ber la covered
with a delicate st'ver tracery. In some
mineral resembling leave and branch
es. There 00 the flat stone, on which
we so often bar sat to weep and pray.
we look down and see It covered with
the fossil footprints of great birds and
the beautiful skeleton of a flab. W
hav often tried to picture Id our mind
what the fosalled remains of creatures
mast be like, and all the while we sat
on them. We have been so blinded by
thinking and feeling that we bave nev
er seen tbe world.
The flat plain has been to ns a reach
of monotonous red. We look at it
and every handful of sand starts Into
life. That wonderful people, the ants,
we learn to kuow; see them make war
and peace, play and work, and build
their hug palaces. And that smaller
people we make acquaintance with who
live In the flowers. The bltto flower
has been for us a mere blur of yellow.
We tlnd Its heart composed of a hun
dred perfect flowers, tbe homes of the
tiny black Mple wltb red stripes, who
move In and out In that little yellow
city. Every bluebell has Its Inhabitant
Every day tbe "karroo" shows us a
new wonder aleeplng In It teeming
bosom. On our way to work we pause
and stand to see the ground spider
mak Ita trap, bury Itself In the sand
and thee wait for tbe falling In of Its
eucmy. Farther 00 walks a horned
beetle, and near blm starts open tbe
door of a spider, wbo peep out care
fully and quickly pulls It down again.
On a "karroo" busb a green fly Is lay
ing ber silver eggs. We carry them
borne and see the shells pierced, the
spotted grub com out turn to a green
fly and flit away.
W are uot satis (led wltb wbat Na
ture shows us am' will see something
for ourselves. Under the white ben
we put a dozen eggs and break oue
dally to see tbe white spot wax luto
the chicken. We are not excited or
enthusiastic about It But a man la
not to lay h'.a throat open. He must
think of sometbiug. Bo we plant seeds
In rows on our da 111 wall and pull one
up daily to see how It goes with them.
Alludeen buried her wonderful stone.
and a golden luilace spraug up at ber
feet We do- far more. We put a
brown seed In the earth, and a living
thir.s starts out starts upward why,
no more t!n Alladeen can we say
starts upward. :'d does not desist till
it Is higher than our beads, sparkling
wltb dew In tbe early morniuz, glitter
ing with yellow blossoms, shaking
brown seeds with little embryo souls
ou to tbe ground. We look at It sol
emnly from the time It consists of two
ltvc peeping above tbe ground and a
soft white root till we have to raise
our face to look at It but we find uo
reason for that upward starting.
We look Into the dead ducks and
lambs. In tbe evening we carry them
borne, spread newspa per on the floor
and lie working wltb them till mid
night Wltb a startled feeling near
akin to ecstasy we open the lump of
flesh called a heart and And little doors
and string Inside. We feel them and
put tbe heart away, but every now and
then return to look and to feel them
again. Why we like them so we can
hardly telL
A gander drowns Itself In our dam.
We take It out and open It on tbe bank
and kneel, looking at It Above are
the organs divided by delicate tissues;
below are the Intestine artistically
curved In spiral form and each tier
covered by a delicate network of blood
vessels standing out red against the
faint bhie background. Each branch
of lb Wood vessels Is comprised of a
trunk, bifurcating and reblfurcatlng
Into tbe most delicate balrlike threads.
eymmetncauy arranged. we are
track with Its singular beauty. Anil,
moreover (and here we drop from our
kneeling Into a sitting posture), this
also we remark of that same exact
shape and outline la our thorn tree
seen against the sky In midwinter; of
that shape also Is delicate metallic
tracery between our rocks; In that
exact path docs our water flow when
without a furrow we lead It from the
dam; so shnped are tbe antler of the
horned beetle. How are these thing
related that such deep union stiould
exist between them all? Is It chance,
or are they not all the One branches
of one trunk, whose sap flows thneich
us all? That would explain It We
nod over the gander's Inside.
ihis thing we call existence, la It
not a something which has Its rant
far down below In the dark and Ita
branches stretching out Into the Im
mensity above which we among tbe
branches cannot see? Not a chsnc
Jumble, a living thing, a One. The
thought gives ns Intense satisfaction.
We cannot tell why.
te nod over the gander, then start
up sudilcnly. look lnt- tbe blue sky.
throw tbe dead gander and tbe refuse
Into the dam and gn to work again.
And so It come to pas to time that
the earth ceases for us to be a welter
ing chaos, w walk In the great hall
of life, looking up and round reveren
tially. Nothing I despicable-; aU I
meaning full. Nothing Is small; aU
Is part of a whole whoa beginning and
end we know not The life that turn he
In n I a pulsation from It too mighty
for our comprehension, not too ama.lL
And so It come to pass at last that
whereas the sky waa at first a small
blue rag trrtcbed out ever as and so
low that our hands might touch It
prewlnf do a n on as. It raisv Itself
Into aa ImuMfwaurable blue arch over
or beads, aad we begla to live again.
CI1AFTEB XV.
WALPO' TBASOia.
Waldo lay on bla stomach on the red
sand. To small ostriches be herded
wandorert about blm. perking at the
food be had cat or at pebliies aad dry
stk-ks, On his right lay tbe grave, on
hi left tbe dam. la hi hand was a
large wooden poet covered with carv
ings, at which he worked. Does lay
scror aioi basking la the winter
bine snd now a -J suatn casting an ex
pectant glance at tue to; wr of the
nearest ostrich camp. Tbe scrubby
thorn trees under which they lay yield
ed no shade, but none was Deeded In
that glorious June weather, when in
the hottest port of the afternoon tLe
sun was but pli-assutly warm. And
tbe boy carred on. not locking op, yet
conscious of tbe brown serene earth
about him and tbe Intensely blue sky
above.
ITeseotly, at the corner of tbe camp.
Em appeared, bearing a covered saucer
In oue band end lu the other a Jug with
a cup cn the top. 8be was grown into
a premature little old woman of Id.
ridiculously fat Tbe Jug and saucer
ahe pst down on tbe ground before
tbe dog and his master and dropped
down beside tittin herself, panting and
out of breath.
"Waldo, aa I came up toe camps I
met some oue on horseback, and I do
believe It must be Uie new man that la I
coming."
Tbe new man waa an Englishman to
whom the Itoer wonmn had hired half
tbe farm.
"Hum.- said Waldo.
"ITe Is quite young." said Em. holding
ber side, "and be ha brown balr and
beard curling close to bis face and
uch dark blue eye. And, Waldo. 1
wa so ashamed! I was J lift looking
back to see. you know, and he hap
pened Just to be looking back. too. and
we looked right Into each other's face.
and he got red, and I got so red. 1 be
lieve be Is the pew man."
"Yes." said Waldo.
"I must go now. Perhaps be has
brought us letters from the post from
J.ynilau. lou know, she enn't star at
school much longer. She must come
luck soon. And tbe new man will
hare to stay with us till bis bouse Is
built. I must get bis room ready.
tloodhy!"
She tripped off again, and Waldo
carved on at bis poet Ioss lay with
Ids nose close to the covered saucer
and smelled that some oue had made
nlce littlo fat cakes that afternoon.
Roth were so Intent on their occupa
tion that not tlU a horse's hoofs I Hat
tiesldo them In the sand did they look
ip to see a rider drawing In Us steed.
He was certainly not tho stranger
whom Em bad described, a dark, some
what French looking little man of
eight and twenty, ratlur stout with
ucuvy, ciouuy eyea ana pointed mus
taches, ills horse was a flery crea
ture, well caparisoned. A highly fin
ished saddlebag bung from the saddle.
Tbe man's fcands were gloved, and he
presented tbe appearance an apiiear-
ance rare on that farm of a well
dressed gentleman.
In an uncommonly melodious voice
he Inquired whether bo might be al
lowed to remain there for an hour.
Waldo directed blm to tbe farmhouse.
but the stranger declined. He would
merely rest under the tree and give
bla horse water. He removed the sad
dle, and Waldo led the auiuial away to
the dam. When lie returned, the
stranger bad settled himself under the
trees, wltb bla back against the Mil
lie. Tbe boy olfered blm of the cakes.
He declined, but took a draft from
the Jug, and Waldo lay down not far
off and fell to work again. It mat
tered nothing If cold eyes saw It It
was not his sheep shearing iiiucbiue.
Wltb material loves, aa wltb human,
we go mad once, love out and have
done. We never get up the true en
thusiasm a second time. This was but
a thing be had made, labored over, hiv
ed and liked, nothing more not his
michlne.
The stranger forced himself lower
down In the saddle and yawned. It
waa a drowsy afternoon, and be object
ed to travel In these out of the world
parts. He liked better civilized life.
whtr at every honr of tbe day a man
may look for his glass of wine and bis
easy chair and paper: where at night
be may lock himself Imo his room with
An Astonishing But True Story
My home is in Sidney, Ohio. I have been nearer d.a'h with consumption
than any other living person in the world, and I want you to icsd this, so you
can tell others. I lisil; a severe cold ami neglected it, 1 grew worj ail the
two years I bad run into
consumption. I coughed
iciiiuiy, Iir-Mi, COUHl
not sleep, and liecome so
dreadfully weak tnat I
had to take to bed. Ia
the following eighteen
months 1 gradually
reached the last stages
of consumption. No less
than seven physicians
treated me ami all c,avo
me tip saying I was in
curable. I was absolutely
helpless. The whole fam
ily wore themselves out
caring for mc. One day
m ther and sister came
'o my bedside, and raid
I hod hut a day or twr. more to live. Tears rolled down their checks as they
-m.iocd the news. Tho doctors had declared I was in the last stage, and oo
.uimaa being could save me. I was willing to dio. bnt before going to the cruel
"ravc' 1 w"nte'1 to K c"'t and see my dearly beloved town of Sidney once more.
I hey told me such a thing was impossible that 1 would surely die before I got
.ick. Hut I insisted, and to gratify my dying wish, a carriage was fitted np
wiih a bed of pillows, and to this I was carried and slowly driven around Court
II isc Square. I got home more dead than aHvo. Through the mercy of Provi
dence. someone brought a trial bottle of medicine said to be a consumption cure,
.. one imagined for an instant it was worth trying. Rut as a Jrowning person
grasps at a straw, so I tried this medicine. I was better after taking two doses.
Mother got more of the medicine and I took it. improving all the time. Today I
Amta r ,Mv ,ny rc',cr of tn paper, and the medicine that cured me was
Acker s r.nglish Remedy for Consumption. 1 declare before tlod and man that
every word here printed is true."
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HE WISCONSIN CENTRAL LI5ES.
Pirect connections st niU-mm I
Mil.
wankre for all Eastern points. . .
For mil information call
call on yoor -i aresl
iK-iet aarnt. or wile
Ja-C. Poup, orJi.A. trot -.
tww. -a. Art., (tewrrsi Amu.
Milwaukee, Hi. S4 Mark
Lis books au.l a boitle of brandy and
tiU- Joys uieutaj snd physical. Tbe
world s!d to liiui the all knowing.
oi:nilLont world, whom no lotks can
tar. who t.a tbe cstl.k pnpe"7 of
sevlcg !-t In the dark tUe woriJ said
tLat better tban the books he loved
the brandy and belter than books or
brsu'ty I list which It had beeu better
bad be loved less. But for the world
be cared nothing. He smiled blandly
In its teetb. All life la a dream. If
wine and pbllor-opby and women keep''.
Uie dreatn from becoming a nightmare.
so much the better. It Is aU they are
fit for. aU tLcy can be used for. There
was another aide to bla life and
thought but of that the world knew
nothing and said nothing, aa the way
of tue wise world Is.
The stranger looked from beneath
bis siuepy eyelids at tbe brown earth
that stretched away, beautiful in spite
of itM'lf. In that Jnne snnshine; looked
kt the graves, tbe gables of tbe farm-
l bouse showing over the stoue walls of
the ramps, at the clewuisli fellow at
Lis tn-t, and yawaeiL Rut be had
drmik of the hind's ua :ul mixst say
tomctblng.
"Your father" place. I presume?" te
Inquired sleepily.
"No; I am only a servant"
"Dutch people?" .'
""es."
"And you like the lifer ' . '
The boy hesitated. . . ' '
"tin days like these."
"And w hy ou these?" '
The boy waited. r
"They are very beautiful."
The stranger looked at him. It seem
ed that us the fellow's dark eyes look
ed across the brown earth they kin
dled with an Intense satisfaction. Then
they looked buck at the carving.
What bad ihnt creature, so coarse
clad and clownUh, to do with the suit
tie Joys of tl.e weather? Himself,
white handed and delicate, be might
hear the music which shimmering sun
ehlne and solitude play on the finely
strung chords pf nature, but that fel
low! Was not the ear In that great
body too gross for such delicate mut
tering? I'resently he said:
"May I see what you work at?"
The fellow handed bis wooden post
It was by no means lovely. Tbe men
and birds were almost grotesque In
their tailored resemblance to nature
and bore signs of patient thought
j The stranger turned the thing over on
c!s knee.
Where did you learn this work?"
"I taught myself."
"And these tlgzag lines represent"
"A mountain."
The stranger looked.
"It has some meaning, has It not?"
The boy muttered confusedly:
"Only things."
The questioner looked down at him
the huge, unwieldy figure. In stxe a
man's, in right of Its childlike fea
tures and curling hair a child's and It
hurt him. it attracted him, and It
hurt him. It was something between
pity and sympathy.
"How long have you worked at
this?"
"Nine months."
From his pocket the stranger drew
his pockothook and took something
from it. He could fasten tbe post to
bis horse In some way and throw It
away In the stiud when at a safe dis
tance. "Will you take this for your earr
ing?" The toy glancej at tho 5 note and
shook his head.
"No; I cannot."
"You think it is worth more?" asked
the stranircr, with a little sneer.
He pointed with his thumb to a
grave.
"No; It is for liiin."
"And w ho is there?" asked the stran
ger. "My father."
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