wer by way of the flakes. The path I chose, wound around among the little fishermen's summer homes and past the flakes now heavy with fish curing in the sun; then across the

o Bowring Park that gives one the quiet of woods there, with many flowers and a little, singing brook; but

ng across the unhindered sea toward Ireland, the nearest land beyond, and was turning to go down toward the city, that lay comfortably upon the hill

and thought, "John Cabot himself mig

eturned it and said, remo

d better uncover befor

go back to the city with him; but there was a certain reserve in his manner, tha

on to my walking back

il the last of the day with too many words. You see, sir

lking politics in the interests of a newspaper, the command to kee

winds more leisurely. Forbidden to spoil the afternoon with words, I could at least wa

t the fishermen I knew had lacked. He carried his head higher, his back was straighter. He walked as the son of

smile with which he had closed my mouth lingered and lit his face, just as light sometimes lingers on clouds

pped her hand into the man's and walked on some three rods and then left him and went back i

panion, walked a little way with him. This time he bestowed upon the boys, not words but a marble a piece.

hat descends into the city, he paused and,

e to myself. Seems only fair that a fellow should have a little time now and then to enjoy his o

ttle nearer to my companion and the great gray clouds suffused with pink rivetted my attention. As

for prayi

ng at all, but I remembered that prayer may be

s soul. "Words have to be well chosen, then they lift their pound. I'm not averse to talking on occasion; only, I find, when I'm talking too much, I'm thinking too little. Then, again, G

it was fast growing dark, I felt that I would very much like to know something more of this strange, yet lik

er, but my conversion was evidently not the same as yours. I would like to know abou

ted to know how he could find so much on the old fam

gh left the situation less tens

ning at half past nine. It was a foggy morning. Newfoundland has a good many of them. I used to think, too many, before I was converted, but now i

ut that morning I was scuffing along, out of patience with a poor catch of the day before and

ou look at yo

and had been put upon me and detained me. The voice was no

I could show you the very rock, sometime, if you cared to see it.

irst name. You have peeped into your neighbors' affairs. You've critici

in a real, down-right, honest desire to see just

are yo

though I had forgotten it and lived in contradic

f that will ask a man a good many

t fish in all the seas and if it ain't one kind it's another. There is enough in His world for all the children, and if any on'em starves, it's because some on'em is blin

in His world. It makes it worth while to live rig

are you

liver oil and twelve lobster pots, most of 'em empty. I owned no house and aside from th

rning, that Job's riches were not in camels and sheep. So I might be rich in other things beside codfish and oil, but I grew

g faith and hope and truth, it didn't show up very well. I was poor and I had come to know it

meet folks who have forgotten, just as I had done. But it helps t

uestion and I put myself to answer it ther

writing or preaching, it don't make much difference, so long as we're each just where He wants us to be and are

anted me to be, but I knew I wasn't doing all He wanted me to

ood crutches, till a man could manage to get on without them and learn to walk straight. I resolved to be th

and the other children. Then, I remembered that since He had sent

over to Parson Curt

but I'm on the way to salvation and I'd like to be broughten just as near to His Son

me into the fellowship of Jesus a

have is that in repeating them I may have lost the quiet, deep-seated earnestness that was in his vo

as he had spoken, "and if you don't mind I wou

ine and said: "I'm Jim. Harbor Jim they call me." A