Excerpt from The Gleaner, Vol. 2 Vol. II. National Farm School, December, 1902. No. Example. We scatter seed with careless hand, And dream we ne er shall see them more; But tor a thousand years Their fruit appears, In weeds that mar the land, Or healthful store. The deeds we do, the words we say, Into still air they seem to fleet. We count them ever past, But they shall last; In the dread judgment they And we shall meet! I charge thee by the years gone by, For the loves sake of brethren dear, Keep thou the one true way, In work and play, Lest in that world their cry Of woe thou hear. Selected. The Haunted House. Edwin Weatherfield needed rest and he made up his mind to have it. The gigantic deal which he had now completed had wearied him both mentally and physically. No, not a tour to Europe! He had seen enough of it. He would pay a visit to B. Ah, B! What a host of memories sprung up before him! There was the scene of his greatest sorrow and of his most exquisite joy. There was the place where he pledged his troth and won his bride. There it was where he lasted for the first and only time the bliss of married life. And now of what avail were his vast possessions, his costly treasures, his army of servants? The world might think him happy, living as he did in luxury, ease and comfort, but what did the world know? In the eyes of the world he might appear a careless bachelor, who was not as yet affected by the pangs of sorrow, but was more occupied with the prices of stocks and shares. Yes, to Bhe would go, and there he went. He escaped the enterprising reporter, who, desirous to know what new scheme the titanic brain of the money king was moulding, followed him about everywhere. After an absence of ten years Bhad not changed in the least. The same sleepy atmosphere, the same wooden cottages, and even the faces, save for the changes time had wrought, were almost the same he had greeted a decade ago. Unhesitatingly he made his waxto a neat little cottage not far from the station. He knocked at the door and in answer a middle aged woman made her appearance. Is Doctor Gustav Medford engaged? No; do you want to see him? Yes? Follow me, please. The broker was led into a spacious room where a refined intellectual looking man was seated writing at his desk. Good morning. You wish to see me? the doctor inquired without turning his head from his desk. Yes, Gus old boy. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.