Harper's Young People, December 9, 1879. Various

calm and prosperous pass the years,

      Till on a fated day he hears

      The Sultan's mandate, short and dread,

      "Present thyself, or lose thy head!"

      Fearful and trembling, he obeys,

      For Sultans have their little ways,

      And wretches who affront their lord

      Brave bastinado, sack, or cord.

      Before the dreaded throne he bowed

      Where sat the Sultan, grim and proud,

      And thought, "My head must surely fall,

      And then my master will seize all

      My wealth again." But from the throne

      There came a calm and kindly tone:

      "My son, well pleased am I to see

      Thy dealings in prosperity;

      May Allah keep thee in good health!

      Well hast thou learned the use of wealth.

      No longer buried under-ground,

      Its comforts spread to all around.

      The poor man's blessings on thy name

      Are better far than worldly fame.

      I called thee hither. Now, behold,

      Here are the silver, gems, and gold

      I took from thee in other days;

      Receive them back, and go thy ways,

      For thou hast learned this truth at last—

      Would that it might be sown broadcast!—

      That riches are but worthless pelf

      When hoarded only for one's self."

S. S. C.

      THE BRAVE SWISS BOY

[Begun in No. 1 of Harper's Young People, Nov. 4.]

      V.—WALTER HAS A NEW ADVENTURE

      Toni Hirzel recovered but slowly from the injuries he had suffered, and the entire winter passed away before he found himself able to make use of his limbs again. But the doctor's fears that he would never be able to resume the life of a mountaineer were unfortunately confirmed. He never properly recovered the use of his foot; and Toni often cast a sorrowful glance at the gun now hanging useless on the wall. To this cause of regret there was added anxiety for the future. The chase, which had hitherto so materially assisted in supplying his wants, could no longer be followed; and although Walter had grown tall and strong, he was not experienced enough to take his father's place. In addition to this, Hirzel had expressly forbidden his boy to have anything more to do with hunting, which sooner or later would be sure to lead to a violent and dreadful death; and in order to remove temptation as much as possible from him, he sold his gun to one of his neighbors.

      "Now, Watty," said he, putting the eighty francs which he had received into a drawer, "we have got nearly money enough for another cow, and we must see if we can't raise the remainder, that we may have at least milk and butter."

      "We have got plenty of money, father," replied Watty. "There is the hundred francs that Mr. Seymour gave me lying useless in the desk, and I insist upon your taking the half of it at least, to replenish the byre. But," added he, with a sigh, "without chamois-hunting I do not see how matters are to go with us. Do you know, father, I have been thinking that I might do something to earn my living."

      "In what way, Watty?"

      "Well, I might go down to the inn every day, and offer my services to the visitors as a guide. I know all the roads, and can show the people the way to the Blue Grotto, or conduct them to the peaks of the Wellhorn and Engelhorn; and as the landlord is always so friendly, I'm sure he would recommend me."

      "Not a bad idea," replied Hirzel. "To be sure, it is only for the summer; but as there are always a good many travellers, you might be able to save enough to carry you through the winter. Turn guide, then, Watty," he added, after a little more consideration, "and I will stay at home and attend to the house and the cow. Let us be thankful I'm strong enough for that, at any rate."

      The plan of operations which was thus arranged was not, however, destined to be carried into effect, for the next day Frieshardt came to pay a visit to the cottage, with a proposal of quite a different kind. He had shown himself very attentive and neighborly since Hirzel's accident, and had given him proofs of kindly feeling during the period of his convalescence. The old friendship had therefore been fully restored, and the affair of the cow and the borrowed money had been long since forgotten. Hirzel rose as Frieshardt entered, and gave him a hearty welcome, in which he was cordially joined by Walter.

      "I have got a suggestion to make to you, neighbor," said the well-to-do farmer, seating himself near the fire.

      "To me!" exclaimed Hirzel. "What can a poor man like me do to serve you?"

      "I don't mean you so much as Watty," continued Frieshardt. "He has grown a tall, sensible fellow now, and I know he is honest, every inch of him."

      "Ah! you are right there, neighbor, although I say it to his face," replied Hirzel.—"You don't need to blush, boy. It is nothing more than your duty to behave honestly.—But what can Watty do for you?"

      "Well, the long and the short of the matter is this," said the farmer. "I've got sixty head of cattle down in Meyringen, which I am going to send to France to sell. A drover has been recommended to me who understands the business, but I should like to send some reliable person with him to look after the money, and see that everything is properly attended to. I think Walter would be the man for me, if he will agree to it. He shall have good wages, and everything done to make him comfortable."

      Father and son exchanged looks, and each saw in the countenance of the other that the proposal was a good one. "If my father is satisfied," said the youth, "I shall be delighted to go."

      "Well said," replied Frieshardt, evidently pleased. "Now let's hear what you want for the journey."

      "I would rather you would say what you will give," answered Walter. "I don't understand such things very well."

      "Well, then, I'll pay all your expenses there and back, and give you a hundred francs into the bargain. Are you satisfied with that?"

      "Yes, more than satisfied," replied the boy. "But I should like it better if you would give father a cow now, instead of giving me the money afterward. I should be glad indeed if he could get one before I go away."

      "But what would you want for yourself when you come back?"

      "Nothing, neighbor. If you will only grant my request I shall be quite contented and thankful."

      "Well," said Frieshardt, "you are a dutiful and kind-hearted son, and I'm sure you will be a faithful servant. You shall have my cow Black Elsy, and your father can fetch her whenever he chooses. Meanwhile, you must be ready to go to Meyringen to-morrow morning," continued Frieshardt. "I will go with you, and give you all the instructions you will require. It won't be a difficult affair, and I'm sure you will manage it easily. Adieu, till morning."

      With these cheering words the farmer left Walter and his father to talk over the unexpected change in their fortunes.

      Shortly afterward Walter repaired to Frieshardt's farm, and came back leading Black Elsy in triumph; and after taking farewell of his father, returned to Frieshardt's house on the following morning. The route which Walter's employer chose led them past the splendid waterfalls of the Reichenbach to the charming village of Meyringen, where the cattle were collected. When they reached the village they found a drover of the name of Seppi waiting for them; and to the latter, as well as to Walter, the farmer gave the necessary instructions regarding the treatment of the herd during the ensuing journey.

      Our young hero entered upon the journey actuated by the best of motives, the duty of looking after the cattle absorbing so much of his attention that he had very little opportunity for increasing his acquaintance with his travelling companion. The fact was, however, that he did not feel himself much drawn toward Seppi, from