Show the old settler I 1 written from salt lake city I 1 0 my dear san Jua ners yesterday I 1 met with a rare person a prince of cheer he made dpn me a profound impression I 1 his voice still lingers linger in my hearing and his unusual image still outlined on the screen of my memory it is a pleasant sound an appealing picture I 1 wish I 1 could retain them always the meeting with him came about as a surprise and very much unexpected it was so sudden that it was half over bea before ore I 1 began to realize the importance of what was happening and I 1 looked longingly after the tha prince and wished I 1 could follow him or call I 1 him ba back ck I 1 was going through a populous residence district and following a crooked street on a hillside when I 1 heard a pleasing voice the voice of song it was a childs wice voice as artless and as sweet vs as the voice of an angel the song was pitched ed high too high but somehow the high pitch was a winning feature of the song it expressed something of honest carefree care free cheer which art cannot simulate As tha voice came nearer the words of the song could be clearly distinguished the deer and the antelope ant elPe play where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day he came into full view around a corner right in front of me he was about six years old he wore a ragged little cap his jacket and trousers were frayed and soiled he had a club f foot oot that poor little crooked right 1 foot its toes inter interfering firing with his left ankle every step he took tok it got me but he was inured to all its annoyance he had never known anything better and he let it detract nothing from his world of joy he walked f right ight by me singing at the top of his voice my presence made no difference to him neither did the presence of anyone else on the busy street I 1 turned and looked after him in astonishment ment still singing undisturbed the little ragged cap the timeworn time worn clothes the sadly tast tw sted foot setting like an evil heritage across his pathway poor little prince ahe ahead ad of his unsuspecting and labored step a thousand hateful things are waiting in spiteful ambush resolved that he shall be soured with ath disappointment vitiated with fear and burdened to heartbreak wit with it unrest and repining ALBERT R LYMAN |