The Newark journal., 1905-06-30
THE GLASSES OF TRUTH
What Prince Fortunate Beheld with Them

| Paris, there lived truly happy man. One would naturally suppose that he, too, must have been without a shirt to his back; on the contrary, he owned many-some of silk, some of flannel, and some embroidered. He was happy be- cause he possessed riches; be- cause be was surrounded by many whom he loved; and last, but not least because he was able to devote his life to art. In truth. he was sculptor of no mean talent; but, being wealthy, he often received more praise than his work deserved
 Most of his time was spent in his sunny studio, where friends were all ways welcomed, and the wine cup passed around freely. In exchange for this hospitality. his followers willingly showered on him the fulsome praise which made him so happy. He had been nicknamed by them Prince For tunate," and often did he proudly say to his comrade Albert. who was homely, poor and fretful: 'I am indeed, the most happy of mortals.
 One day this fayorite of fashion was working alone in his studio. He was giv- ing the finishing touches to study de- picting Lymph and a Satyr So well pleased was he with the grace of the former and the manly beauty of the lat ter, that he stood in admiration before his work, muttering to himself: This certainly will be my masterpiece"
 In the midst of his reveries, a servant ushered in smartly dressed gentleman carrying small bundle under his arm. The visitor looked keenly at the artist at work with his mallet and chisel. Raising his forefnger to heaven to com mand attention, he smiled pleasantly and remarked: Sir, l am selling glasses. I have some of all colors and for all eyes. Cant I sell you a pair?"
 Prince Fortunate assured the strang- ger that he needed none, but the ped dler of glasses persisted: 'I have some that are blue, some yellow, and others pink and green. The pink ones are for those afflicted with melancholy. for they make one see the rosy side of life; the blue glasses are for the poets; the yell low are intended for unhappy husbands through them all wives are models of truth and fidelity. There are some green ones which hold continually before the wearer the mirage of hope" As he spoke, the peddler spread before the sculptor the vari-colored glasses.
 Its no use," interrupted Prince For | ffln mt pi are delusion. Life is beautiful, and am content to see it as it really is.
 Again the peddler smiled. and, shak- ing his head, searched the bottom of his bundle. I'm convinced that you are 8 superior man." said he You want the glasses of truth. Very vel here they are. The color is gray anG Cull, in keep ing with what they unerringly reflect"
 Good" said the sculptor. undis- mayed "Ill take them What are they worth"
 "The others bring fancy prices. TT let you have these gray ones cheap-for 6 cent.
 Prince Fortunate handed him the l coin, and took the somber-lookine i glasses in exchange. Whereupon the peddler departed.
 ITO learn the truth for one cent, laughed the sculptor. merrily, lis cer- tainly cheap" And turning over his pur. chase disdainfully, he added That fellow needn't think he has fooled me ,
 However, in spirit of fun, he put the glasses to his eyes just as his friend Albert entered the room. The latter l was his old and faithful companion;