HAUNTS OF FEINGED GENTIAN. 57 



years before. The goose would let no one touch 

 him but the child, and would bite if a stranger 

 attempted to take liberties. It was a sight to 

 see the bird waddle along fondly at the side of 

 the boy, expressing its satisfaction in some low 

 gabble. 



After a while the boy said : 

 ' ' It was you who told me about the gentian — 

 the fringed gentian, was n't it?" 



I did not understand at first, but in a mo- 

 ment the five years slipped away. 



"Are you that little boy who showed us the 

 golden pheasant? Now truly, are you Charlie? 

 You have grown so large that I would hardly 

 think it possible." 



Yes, it was Charlie; the same inquiring mind 

 and genial host as of other days ; one to make 

 us love childhood and look for large possibilities 

 in mature years. He had told his parents about 

 the flower, and imder their care it was multiply- 

 ing and flourishing ia different parts of the 

 grounds. 



Whoever visits the fish hatchery near Lon- 

 don, Ohio, in the autumn, may have the added 

 pleasure of seeing this lovely flower in one of 

 its native haunts. 



