Gilpin observer., 1905-11-02

In the time or Aid Ben Theodore,
peace to his Strenuosity, there lived a
man whose name was Alladin. To this
man Fate seemingly delighted to throw
the dregs of her favor. He lived a
meager life, dragging each day through
a myriad of figures set neatly in pom
derous volumes, and then reluctantly
turned his footsteps toward his room
ing house. where he renewed his siren
uous combat with boarding house
menu.
But to this man Fate one day turned
her beautiful face and held out her
hand, saying, Come with me, Alladin,
and | will reward you
He stretched out his hand and took
hers wonderingly. Childlike. he fol-
lowed her footsteps as she led him by
devious ways and winding paths
through the woods to the window of a
lonely and isolated cottage.
"Alladin," said she, facing him and
looking sternly into his eyes, Il am
about to reveal to you one of my great
est treasures. In as much as you
guard 1t well will be your reward.
well your courage ere you look through
the window into the hut"
With that she disappeared and AL
ladin, whose curiosity had been well
aroused, fastened to peep into the hut.
oh" he cried. disappointed. 'it is
only woman!'
He went away angry at the trick
Fate had played upon him. but the
next day he returned. for the face, not
beautiful. and the form, not ravishing.
still held for him a subtle something
ipon which his mind dwelled and
which drew him back again to the cot
tage. There was no resisting it.
He saw again and again. He grew
TO love. He woodland finally-HE
MARRIED-the woman. And thus
Fate bestowed upon him, disguised.
the most precious of her treasures
upon this earth.
For a long time he lived in ignor-
ance of the wonderful being that be-
longed to him. His thoughts never
Iathomed the wealth of gold in her
love, nor the myriad jewels of her in
.ellect; the glittering gems that fell
from her lips, nor the magic light in
her eyes.
He did not see how the touch of her
magic hand transformed their little
narrow fiat into a wonderful palace:
how each cheap little article grew. by
her touch. into a precious thing; how
she transformed the meager allowance
of money that he was able to give her
into a heaping mountain of comfort
and happiness; how, with consummate
skill. the evening meal became feast
Tor king. He did not guess that each
lay he drank deeply from the wealth
Of contentment and cheerfulness in
her face.
When a little son came into the
world, ne little thought of the marvel
Of 1t, of the magic of it. He dandled
the boy upon his knee and loved IT
and coddled it. yet reckoned his wealth
as little because he had not taken
time to count and fathom il.
He did not think how the minister
Ing care and her influence taught him
10 look for higher things. He did not
mark how happy she was when he
received his first advancement; how
proud, as though she had had a hand
In It. When advancement after ad-
vancement came easy and frequent, he
forgot the magic of her touch In his
fortune. He was too busy in doing to
think.
He forgot to look back into the past
and see how wealth. honor and af-
auence came. step by step, through
The magic of her being; how she had
planned and watched; how she had
loved and ministered. He forgot to
value the touch of her hand on his
soothed brow, the welcoming smile.