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Show The Child of Fortune From a western gulch the other day an old prospector tramped into a live, bustling city. His beard was long and vruv his lace was tanned by the mountain sunshine and lined ') the snows of fifty winters. But his eyes were bright with hope. ,,.,-ii t "I wouldn't trade that ol' claim o' mine, back yon, foi nil th' money y'got in y'r town banks," he said. "I got millions mil-lions back there, right from the grass roots " Millions? Of course he had millions there. And he had Bomething more: The happiness he imagined millions would 'JUy'lle didn't need the wealth he believed hidden in his claim. 'All he needed was what he had the faith that he was for-jtun's for-jtun's fair-haired child. If you have that faith you don't need money o make you happy. |