The San Francisco call., 1896-10-18

! bright, earnest way. And for the first time
that little word ina am" sounded wonder
| fully pretty. ~ always ride in the Pull
man. I sent my trunk on to San Fran
cisco, and that is why l look so bad here. J"
But why did you come away off here 2"
! "Oh, always go into the interior. In
India, in
But my interest was SO centered on the
boy that I did not care to hear about the
countries.
"Do you speak French?"
mo, ma'am; but learned little Hin
doo-a little of almost every language
and make signs. Why, sometimes Ibid
not know a word. yet people understood
me-"
! What in all the world do you think
grandest?' 1t was foolish question and
for an instant he seemed puzzled.
s.The Hawaiian volcano is grand" he
said. 1.-The crater is about as big as this
square, filled with great red, rolling waves
and spray. And at times domes of lava
rise up and fall over. 1t is hot then and
you can't touch it with your hands, but
have piece that will give you."
! OF course, like other ordinary mortals, /
have read descriptions of volcanoes, have
seen the panorama of Kilauea at the fair,
| have listened hours to Professor LIE Conte
on his loved subject, but this child's eyes
| threw the reflection into mine. saw it
| vividly, as if we were standing on the edge
of that burning sea.
| Then we went into the church, and,
though the healthy young spirits could
not be quite subdued, be kindly helped
the younger boys with their lessons.
| When we were out again in the sunlight
| he looked sober and said:
"A year o-day was in the Holy Land"
knew then that pretty illusion of the
children would be shattered. They
crowded around him. their little faces
animated with love for Christ's "beauti-
| fur home. Kilauea was nothing to
them. But NAZARETH
"It is all beautiful there" one little boy
said.
NO" he answered slowly. 1.-THE poor
| est little houses you can imagine, all fall
ing on top of one another. 1t is not what
one sees there that one goes for. was at
the Holy Sepulcher. That is nice, and
there are so many Greek priests"
Just here when I cared most to listen
| some one called me, ard when I returned
he was telling of an adventure in the Red
| Sea, how the captain had told him the
story of the waters opening for the Israel
ties to cross and closing upon Pharaoh s
army, and he, leaning to look for one OF
Pharaohs vanished chariots, had fallen
overheard. "And, but for the captain,
the waters would have closed upon me-
he said, laughing.
Many interesting things he told, in all
of the others omitting those dear little
pronouns "me' and 81" Only when be
found it was about himself 1 cared most
to hear, he said, with charming mingl'ng
OF bashfulness and pride.
ST shall be 16 next year and have an ap-
pointment to the nautical school al
Annapolis. My father was a naval officer
and was born on the Mediterranean.
love the water better than the land.'
"And what is your country?' asked.
America. My father was Texan.
have written for the New York Sunday
World. am writing book, and will lei
YOU see my description of the volcano il
you WISH"
1 did wish very much, but declined un-
less he would bring it, while he, looking
down at his dustworn clothes, shook his
head. So 1 felt that l had missed treat,
for if his book is as good and simple as his
words we shall all want to read it.
s.I am tired of it all now, though" he
said in tone at once boyish and manly.
81 want to go straight home to New
York"
And that evening while he played tag
with the boys 1 thought of all his bright
restless young life, and prayed that God
would guide him in the future as he has in
the past. MAY S. CoRcoRAN Mariposa.