MR. CHUPES AND MISS JENNY 



my balsam pillow spoke to me of forest 

 calm and harmony, of song and color and 

 fragrance and of all the dear delights that 

 had been mine in the gathering. But far 

 better than this, these pillows of fragrant 

 balsam often found their way to rooms 

 where suffering reigned; rooms to whose 

 inmates forest voices could come only 

 through such channels as these. I remem- 

 ber particularly, in one instance where the 

 windows were darkened and neither sun 

 nor stars 'had appeared to the sufferer for 

 many days, the touching gratitude of the 

 recipient when I presented her with one 

 of my balsam-fir pillows. Yet I had only 

 given her of my abundance, my forest 

 wealth! If you have never made the ex- 

 periment of thus sharing your summer joys 

 with one Who, through illness or some 

 other hindering agency, has been deprived 

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