An anecdote appeared some time ago in the pages of "The Craftsman" which gave rise to the ideas embodied in "Victor Roy." It is not a story ofprofound depth. Its aim is not to soar to Alpine heights of imagination, or to excavate undiscovered treasures from the mines of thought. It is avery simple story, told in very simple words, of such lives as are around us in our midst. It tells of sorrows that are daily being borne bysuffering humanity, and of the faith that gives strength to that suffering humanity to endure "seeing Him, who is invisible."
on, an aristocrat to the soul, Could drink more wine at my father's board than the best man out of a
Rode with the hounds at ten years old, and played high in a few years
A man can live without love, but he can't get along without gold, And a woman and child sadly hamper a fellow that's poor or old. How can a gentleman work and toil year after year like a slave? For when you've worked your life away you're asked, "Why did not you
Not that I would reproach my wife, I daresay she has done her best; But women can earn such a trifle, and grow weak if they lose their rest. Not that Aimee has ever grumbled, and I am not to be blamed, If she choose to work and stitch away from morn till the sunset flamed; And just the course of my crooked luck, that if but one child we had, The boy must go and the girl must stay; that boy was a likely lad, Would have been nineteen if he'd lived, might be earning a good sum now, For Willie was something like me, wide awake, had a s