The San Francisco call., 1898-01-16

Richard placed his plume in his hat. His pathway led up a steep mountain above which eagles screamed, as they wheeled in dizzy circles. On the sum- init of the mounatin Richard looked around. He saw sunny valleys below him, in which were growing crops, Vll- lages and cities, schoolhouses ana churches, and the people in the valleys all seemed to be friendly and happy
 Richard paused not, but placed trumpet to his lips and blew a long, resounding blast. The sound was heard in the valleys and the effect was magl- cal. People dropped their rakes ana pruning knives in the fields and or Chards. Those in the cities gathered into armies and soon, upon a Wlue plain. glittering host was assembled. Bands of music were there; squadronS of horsemen. with shining swords Tn their hands: hundreds of cannons ana thousands of men with guns in their hands.
 Over the multitude waved flags The soldiers cheered as Richard, riding black horse and wearing a gay uniform, came among them. He was known al ready as the great general who had called the soldiers together and at his command great battles were to be fought and won, that he might gain fame.
 At the head of his army Richard drove in a whirlwind of dust, through towns and cities which had been set on fire by the torches of his soldiery; and he heard, on all sides. the shrieks and curses of those who had been brought to woe and ruin by him.
 In his greatest battle there rode up toward Richard, from the ranks of the enemy, a gray-ha1red horseman, who looked so like Richard that the soldiers. murmured as they saw him. Robert and the gray-haired horseman fought. At last Richard struck down his an- tagonist, who rolled in the dust and was trampled under the iron hoofs of his own horse.
 Then and there, in sight of his own soldiers, while cheers were in the air and artillery thundered, Richard broke his sword in two and rode from the field of battle, with bowed head. and scbbing, for the gray-haired horseman whom he had struck down was his father.
 strewn with thorns. Rich men and rich women and even the children of | the rich laughed at the ragged coat | and at the wearer, but Ray would not take 1t off. Poor men and women and poor children heard with joy of his coming He found gold, only to scat ter 1t, with generous hands. among the needy. He sat by the bedside of the sick. He spoke gentle words of com fort to those in sorrow.
 Every day he prized his ragged coat. He had found a writing in one Of the pockets and so had learned the secret of it. Every day he grew braver, more patient and more loving. While he was very sorry for all who were in trouble. he was still happy, for destiny had given him the coat of love to wear as | a garment
 He envied no one. And, as for fight ing any one for the sake of fame, that was impossible for him.
 After very many days the three brothers met once more. Robert and Richard had anxious looks and often sighed. Only Ray could smile as joy ously as they had all smiled when they began their journey together. Robert still clung to his apple of gold and Richard valued his plume. But Ray tore his coat into three pieces, gave each of his brothers one, saving the poorest piece for himself He had grown into the habit of loving so that he could spare a part of the coat.
 Of course this is a fable. The gar den is the world They who Journey through it loving their fellows can smile in poverty, while the envious and the ambitious are never satisfied. even when they have much.