FAME, FORTUNE AND LOVE. 69 



start. My head was still resting on the gray 

 boulder. The breeze was still fanning my brow. 

 My self-appointed companion was still sleeping. 

 Blow, breeze, blow. Waft ever, free pure air 

 to my nostrils air from the southland, from the 

 Gulf where the sea rolls and surges in con- 

 stant fretful motion. Kolls and surges, as does 

 many a dissatisfied human soul because it can- 

 not break the bonds of poverty and go forth into 

 the great wide world; a seeker for fame, for for- 

 tune and for love. Ah, those three things 

 fame, fortune, love; how the desire for them 

 rankles in the bosom of all humans who have 

 ambition ! How few ever gain and hold all 

 three ! Fame may come and fortune linger, as 

 it oftentimes does with the great inventor, the 

 great explorer, the great commander. Fortune 

 comes and fame is absent, as to the miser and 

 the millionaire. But love, the greatest of all, 

 comes often; comes and brings that content- 

 ment which is the most precious possession of 

 the human soul. For it man will defy sun and 

 tide ; cross desert plains or climb the ice-kissed 

 peaks of distant Jands; will toil year in and a 



