’Tis here you’ll find the mintage of my mind.—Goethe.
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[Pg 8]All success consists in this: you are doingsomething for somebody—are benefitinghumanity; and the feeling of success comesfrom the consciousness of this.
Riding on the GrandTrunk Railway a fewweeks ago, going fromSuspension Bridge toChicago, I saw a sightso trivial that it seemsunworthy of mention.Yet for three weeks Ihave remembered it,and so now I’ll relate it, in order to getrid of it.
And possibly these little incidents of lifeare the items that make or mar existence.
But here is what I saw on that railroadtrain: five children, the oldest a girl often, and the youngest a baby boy of three.They were traveling alone and had comefrom Germany, duly tagged, ticketed andcertified.
They were going to their Grandmotherat Waukegan, Illinois.
The old lady was to meet them in Chicago.
The children spoke not a word ofEnglish, but there is a universal language[Pg 10]of the heart that speaks and is understood.So the trainmen and the children were onvery chummy terms.
Now, at London, Ontario, our train waitedan hour for the Toronto an