The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1906-06-01
CHAPTER VII.

driving and Darrell made his journeys
afoot. Twice day Trove passed the
little shop, and If there were a chalk
mark on the dial he bounded upstairs
20 greet his friend. Sometimes he
brought another boy into the rare at
mospbere of the clock shop-one, may
hap, who needed some counsel of the
wise old man.
Spring had come again. Every day
sewers walked the hills and valleys
around Hillsborough, their hands
swinging with godlike gesture that
summoned the dead to rise. Every
where was the odor Of broken field OF
garden. Night had come again after
day of magic sunlight, and soon after
8 o'clock Trove was at the;door of the
tinker, with q schoolmate.
How are you?" said Trove, as Oar.
rel opened the door,
Better for the sight o. you," said the
old man promptly. Enter, Sidney
Trove, and another young gentleman"
The boys took the two chairs offered
them in silence.
"Kind sor," the tinker added, turning
to Trove, thou hast thy cue. Give us
the lines.'
Pardon me-" said the boy. "Mr
Darrell, my friend Richard Kent"
"Of the academy" said Darrell as he
held to the hand of Kent.
"Of the academy" said Trove.
can, make no doubt, o. good hope"
the tinker added. "Let me stop one O.
the clocks, so 1 may not forget the hour
o. meeting new friend"
Darrell crossed the room and stopped
q pendulum.
Gle would like to join this night
school of ours" Trove answered.
."Would he?" said the tinker. "Well,
it is one o. hard lessons. When ye
come t. multiply love by experience,
an subtract vanity an add peace, an
square the remainder, an then divide
by the number O. days in thy life, it
is mighty problem, an the result
may be much or little, an We reach
it,
He paused moment. thoughtfully
putting the smoke.
mot in this term O. school," he added
''''wfefGek.
CURED presently. 'iil'e i'ie'---...--.-....-
Home" said the old man.
There was puzzled look on Trove's
face.
Homer he repeated with a voice of
inquiry.
Il have, sor," the clock tinker went
on. This poor shelter is not me home.
It's only for night now an then. I've
a grand house an many servants an q
garden, sor, where there be flowers
lovely fiowers-an' sunlight an noble
music. Believe me, boy, it's enough to
make one think O. heaven"
Il did not know of it." said Troye.
"Know We not there is a country in
Easy reach of us with fair fields an
proud cities an many people an all
Heights, boy, all delights? There I
lope thou shalt found city myself
m build it well so nothing shall over
hrow it-fre, nor flood, nor the slow
iege O. years."
Where" Trove inquired eagerly.
In the Blessed Isles, boy, in the
'lessed Isles. Imagine the infinite sea
time that Is behind us. Stand high
n look back over its dead level. King
n empire an all their striving multi
ldes are sunk in the mighty deep. But
lou shalt see rising out of it the
lessed Isles of imagination. Green
'rever green are they-and scattered
lr into the dim distance. Look! There
the city O. Shakespeare-Norm
'wers an battlements an gothic
'ches looming above the sea. Go there
L look at the people as they come an
}. Mingle with them an find good
hearted folk a-plenty.
I God knows love the merry heart
!! Talk with them, an they will teach
ee wisdom. Hard by is the Isle of
llton, an beyond are many. 1t would ,
ke thee years to visit them. All. sor.
II me time l live In the Blessed
es." o
Let's go to the Isle O. Milton" Troye :
ggested.
We'll, go to one o. the clocks there :,
set 1t back" said the tinker 7.
How much" Trove inquired. with
'uzzled look
Wei, matter o. 200 years." said
rrel, who was now turning the =,
yes. List We, boy. We're up to the "
re an hard by the city gates. How =,
Get the air o. this enchanted isle! -
And west winds with musky wing m
Down the cedarn alleys fling A.
Nard and cassia's balmy smells" ~
e quoted thoughtfully, turning the a
yes; then he read the shorter poems, -
core OF them, his voice sounding the ~
re music of the lines. 1t was reve- -,
On Tor those raw youths and led No
u high. They forgot the passing Of Oh,
hours and till near midnight were -,
nose gone to strange country, and -
long remembered that night with uel
rel Of the Blessed Isles. OF
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