them."
That is very true, as I think I can show you by a story.

Not long ago I was riding on a train up through Vermont. A boy came into
the car selling papers, books, candy, fruit, and other things. There
was a boy opposite me in the smoking-car who wanted to appear very smart
and manly. He was smoking a cigar and looking very much traveled. The
trainboy offered him a book which had a bad title and worse pictures in
it. But in front of this young chap sat two bright-faced,
innocent-looking boys who did not pretend to be anything but what they
were. The trainboy offered them salted peanuts. In front of those boys
sat a fine, clean-looking, well-bred man. The trainboy offered him a
good, wholesome book.

Now, three fates were in that car in the form of that trainboy, and each
person invited his own kind of fate by what he was in himself. That is
true all through life. Be true, and you attract truth. Be evil, and you
attract evil. Your fate is what you are.

THE INCH-WORM AND THE MOUNTAIN

Out in the state of California there is a great valley known as the
Yosemite Valley, and here once lived a tribe of Indians who tried to
explain how the wonderful streams and trees and rocks came to be.

The story of one of the highest peaks, El Capitan, is very interesting.
One day some Indian boys went fishing in a beautiful lake in the
Yosemite, and after they had grown tired they lay down in the sun upon a
rock beside the lake. They soon fell fast asleep. How long they slept
they did not know, but when they awoke they found that during their
sleep the rock on which they lay had been stood on end, so that they
were now nearly a mile high in the air and had no means of getting down.
They were in a bad plight.

But the animals in the valley which were friendly to mountaineers saw
their misfortune and held a conference as to how to help the boys get
down. They decided that the only thing to do was to try to climb up the
face of the cliff. But the rock, was too steep, and so they tried to
jump up. First the raccoon tried it, then the bear, then the squirrel,
then the fox, and finally the mountain-goat. It was all to no avail,
however, and they gave up in discouragement, and were about to leave the
boys to perish, when the inch-worm came along and offered her services.
The animals laughed her to scorn. What could she do, with her
snail-pace, when they all, who were so fleet of foot, had to give it up!

But she would not