Twice-a-week plain dealer. (Cresco, Howard County, Iowa) 1895-1913, 1907-03-01

summoned the dead to rise. Every
where was the odor of broken field or
garden. Night had come again after
day of magic sunlight, and soon after
6 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 Toys 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. "NIr.
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 may not forget the hour
o. meeting new friend"
Darrell crossed the room and stopped
a pendulum.
HE would like to join this night
school of ours" Trove answered.
would he?" said the tinker. "Well,
it 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 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
impressively.
All were silent little time.
where have you been?" Trove in
| quired presently.
"Home," said the old man.
There was a puzzled look on Trove's
face.
Homer he repeated with voice of
inquiry.
II have, sor," the clock tinker went
on. "This poor shelter is not me home
It's only for night now an then. I've
| grand house an many servants an O
| garden, sor, where there be flowers
lovely flowers-an' sunlight an noble
music. Believe me, boy, tits enough to
make one think O heaven"
II did not know Of it," said Trove.
'Know We not there is a 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 thyselt
an build it well so nothing shall over
throw it-fire, nor flood, nor the slow
siege O. years."
"Where?' Trove inquired eagerly.
"In the Blessed Isles, boy. in the
Blessed Isles. Imagine the infinite SET
O. time that is behind us. Stand higl
an look back over it's dead level. King
an empire an all their striving multi
tudes are sunk in the mighty deep. Blu
thou shalt see rising out Of it tn,
Blessed Isles of Imagination. Green
forever green are they-and scattered
far into the dim distance Look! Their
is the city O Shakespeare-Normal
towers an battlements an gothi
arches looming above the sea. Go Their,
an look at the people as they come an
go. Mingle with them an find goot
company-merry hearted folk a-plenty
an God knows love the merry heart
ed! Talk with them, an they will teacl
thee wisdom. Hard by is the Isle o
Milton, an beyond are many. 1t woul,
take thee years to visit them. All, sol
half me time l live in the Blesse
Isles"
Lets go to the Isle O. Milton" Troy
suggested.
"Well go to one o. the clocks Their
an set it back" said the tinker.
"How much?" Trove inquired, wit
puzzled look.
well, matter O. 200 years." sal
Darrell, who was now turning til
leaves. List We, boy. We're up to th
shore an hard by the city gates. HOY
sweet the air O. this enchanted isle!
"And west winds with musky wing
Down the cedarn alleys fling
| Nard and cassa'S balmy SMELLS"
He quoted thoughtfully, turning til
leaves; then he read the shorter poem:
score of them, his voice sounding til
noble music of the lines. 1t was revt
ation for those raw youths and lie
them high. They forgot the passing c
the hours and till near midnight wer
as those gone to a strange country, an
they long remembered that night wit
Darrell of the Blessed Isles.