The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1906-06-14

swinging with n godlike gesture thai
summoned the dead to rise. Every
where was the odor of broken field OF
garden. Night had come again afteI
a day of magic sunlight, and soon afte,
8 o'clock Trove was at the door of the
tinker, with schoolmate.
How are your 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.
"An', make no doubt, o. good hope"
the tinker added. LET me stop one o.
the clocks, so may not forget the hour
o. meeting a new friend"
Darrell crossed the room and stopped
pendulum.
HE would like to Join this night
school OF ours" Trove answered.
would hef" said the tinker. "Well,
1t Is one o. hard lessons. When We
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 a mighty problem, an the result
may be much or little, an ye reach
it,
He paused a moment, thoughtfully
putting the smoke.
"Not in this term o. school," he, added
impressively.
All were silent little time.
"Where have you beenT' Trove in
quired presently.
"Home," said the old man.
There was puzzled look on Trove's
face.
Homer he repeated with voice Of
inquiry.
~ have. sor," the clock tinker went
on. This poor shelter Is not me home.
It's only for n night now an then. I've
a grand house an many servants an
garden, sor, where there be flowers
lovely flowers-an' sunlight an noble
music. Believe me. boy. 'tis enough to
make one think o. heaven"
81 did not know of It," said Trove.
"Know ye not there Is country in
easy reach Of us with fair fields an
proud cities an many people an all
delights, boy, all delights? There
hope thou shalt found city thyself
an build 1t well so nothing shall over.
siege O. years"
"Where?' Trove inquired eagerly.
"In the Blessed Isles, boy, in the
Blessed Isles. Imagine the infinite sea
O. time that Is behind us. Stand high
an look back over its dead level. King
an empire an all their striving multi
tudes are sunk in the mighty deep. But
thou shalt see rising out of 1t the
Blessed Isles of Imagination. Green
forever green are they-and scattered
far into the dim distance Look! There
Is the city o Shakespeare-Norman
towers an battlements an gothic
arches looming above the sea. Go there
an look at the people as they come an
go. Mingle with them an find good
company-merry hearted folk a-plenty,
an God knows love the merry heart
ed! Talk with them. an they will teach
thee wisdom. Hard by Is the Isle of
Milton, an beyond are many. 1t would
take thee years to visit them. All, sor,
half me time | live In the Blessed
Isles"
"Let's go to the Isle q MiltoH,S Trove
suggested.
swell, go to one o. the clocks there
an set 1t back" said the tinker.
How muchy Trove inquired, with
a puzzled look.
"Wcll, a matter o. 200 years." said
Darrell, who was now turning the
leaves. List ye. boy. We're up to the
shore an hard by the city gates. How
sweet the air o. this enchanted isle!
''And west winds with musky wing
Down the cedarn alleys fling
Nard and cassia's balmy SMELLS
He quoted thoughtfully, turning the
leaves; then he read the shorter poems,
a score of them. his voice sounding the
noble music of the lines. IL was reye-
latlon for those raw youths and led
them high They forgot the passing of
the hours and till near midnight were
as those gone to strange country, and
they long remembered that night with
Darrell of the Blessed Isles