ami wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim. The sullen stream had no fear for him. But when he was safe on the other side. He built, a bridge to span the tide. "Old man," said a fellow pil grim near. "You are wasting your time building here. You've crossed the stream at the close of day And you never again will come this way." The old man lifted his fine gray head. "In the path I have come, my * friend." he said "There fulloweth after me to day A youth whose feet must pass this way. The chasm that was as naught to me, To the fair-haired youth may a pitfall be He. too. must cross in twi light dim. Good friend. I am building a bridge for him." With kind regards to the staff of the Herald. I am.

63.9%