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Show ! father. The girl put It In bis hand. Slowly he turned It over, then held It : at different angles in the firelight. Homrttmes it would be only dull and brown and at others it would flaah , with a daxsling glitter that astn-l-hfd nil. 0 I "I am going ta town tomorrow,' 4ld the father as he put It In hla pocket, "and i will show the jeweler this stone. It might prove to be of value." That night the rough atone lny In the fermer a pocket and the bit of glass stood on th mVntH. "I hear you are going to .take a trip out Into the world. aald the glass, politely; "maybe you will turn out to be something, after all." But the atone aald nothing at all. 11 e MVmtlmted on pese s The Sandman Story FOR TONIGHT THE UGLY STONE It was a bright afternoon many years j ago In South Africa. Outside the low window of a peasant's home there played two children building houses of sticks and fnshlunlnff wells with tin cups to hold thf wat-r. One of the children had a stone of the else of a goo eftir which It was J uslns; to hummer the Mirk Into place. The othr, a tiny lad. had found a hit of broken Class bottle, and pruudly brouRht his prise to show. "My rock Is the btjCKest." boasted the oldr child, a jrirl. 1 "Hut mine la the prettiest," shouted ! the boy. "Ke sow It shines and hiw I the sun streams through it Just like dres throiiffh the rainbow " Ho ih children dlKud till the mother called them Into supper, and they run away, leavina- th dirty rock and the hit of j shining; crystal side by side on the j firsts. "l1d you hear what those children 1 said 7" whispered the hrltfht glass t thr atone. ' They know I am thr prrt-tteit prrt-tteit and they are guti'g to throw you into the stream That miy be." sighed the rock; "I know I a to unshapely and mudily. hut that la not my fruit -it Is the wsy t wss mad-. It may be that In future 1 will be. of some use In splie of my up!y beg 'nmntc. At any rut, I am not tu-ing tu-ing to spend my tune In won lug aoout how I look, hut will nmk; Ui bent of Itfe as I find ft." ! "Wry sntl.lc tr njfii a !rw c-h.ip as you," lanaht'd (he bit of srirkling t glass; "se h( w the setting sun's rays, flash through me In a thousand c1- ; ors. I would hate to be a fellow of j such bumble cast as yottnelf." "Ion t waste our time pitying me. i replied the ugly rock bravely. "I ' ffuen I will r of some Lse in the ' worfd yet." . I The cliil.'.rep r.ii out again after ' Ihelr tea and wiipn 1: grew dark tl ' i took both tne n ut' ty stf ne an-i t: , Khlnlng hit of gUae'witn thm ibto the ' house. There, at the table. thr piAd , making houses aud tacking th sties ; Into tiny fences. lTesentiy the girl thrw hr rough stone into a corner. "On. papa," . cried v the boy, "look flow the thing I have shines In tne Firelight. Is it not beautifui?" Just then lh-re ftamo a ftaeh from ' tie stone III the corner. The darning '.ijnes bed struck a, bit of s rtiifac!: stit-re the mod was warl.ed i.ft i:ni ' t -i.t hak a glcnin fr or.,-ht-r tlmn . :be b t of gljss the f f held. i aUrti.g me .that rock," said the |