tuary to
select, books to buy. A Carnegie Library is usually an annex to the High
School.

O most clever, cunning and canny Carnegie! did you know how great and
wise was your scheme? Not at all, any more than when you were a
bobbin-boy you could have guessed that one day you would own two hundred
fifty million dollars in five-per-cent bonds. You are as much astonished
as any one to see the perfection of your plan. Like all great men, you
sail under sealed orders.

As you "worked" the people by allowing them to "work" you for a gift,
which once secured turns out to be not gift but a responsibility, so has
a Supreme Something been using you for a purpose you wist and wot not
of. And the end, it seems, is not yet.

* * * * *

The only time I ever heard Mr. Carnegie relate one of my pleasing
stories was at a banquet of railroad officials, some months ago, in New
York. Be it said, as a matter of truth, that Mr. Carnegie gave me due
credit, although if he had not mentioned my name I would have been
complimented to know that he had read the Good Stuff closely and
pondered it well. As brother authors, you will please take notice that
we observe the amenities.

So here is the story: One lowering Fall day I was walking along the road
that leads from the village to my farm, two miles out of town. And as I
trudged along I saw a horseshoe in the middle of the road. Now, I never
go by a horseshoe--it means good luck!

So I picked up the horseshoe, and instantly my psychic sky seemed to
brighten. And as I walked along with the horseshoe in my hand I saw
another horseshoe in the road. "Everything is coming my way," I said. I
picked up the second horseshoe, and then I had one in each hand.

I had gone about a quarter of a mile when I saw two more horseshoes
right together in the road. "It seems as if some one is working me," I
said. I looked around and could see no one. "And anyway, I accept the
bluff," I said to myself, as I picked up the two horseshoes. Then I had
two horseshoes in each hand, but I wasn't four times as happy as when I
had one.

I had gone about a quarter of a mile when I saw a pile of horseshoes in
the road. "I've got 'em, I fear!" I said to myself. But I braced up and
walking up to the pile of horseshoes I kicked into them. They were
horseshoes all right.

And just then I saw a man coming down the street picking up horseshoes
in a bag. I watched him with dazed eyes and swall