THE STONE IN THE ROAD
By permission of Sarah Arnold, and Silver, Burdett & Co.
THERE was once a very rich man who lived in a beautiful
castle near a village. He loved the people who lived
in the village, and he tried to help them.
He planted beautiful trees near their houses, and
 made picnics for their children, and every Christmas he
gave them a Christmas tree.
But the people did not love to work. They were very
unhappy, because they, too, could not be rich—like
their friend in the castle.
One day the rich man got up very early in the morning,
and placed a large stone in the road which led past his
house. Then he hid himself behind the hedge and waited
to see what would happen.
By and by, a poor man came along driving a cow. He
scolded because the stone lay in his path, but he
walked around it, and went on his way.
Then a farmer came, on his way to the mill.
He complained, too, because the stone was there;
but he, too, drove around it, and went on his way.
So the day passed. Every one who came by scolded
because the stone lay in the road, but no one touched
At last, just at nightfall, the miller's boy came past.
He was a hard-working fellow, and was very tired,
because he had been busy since early morning at the
But he said to himself: "It is almost dark. Somebody
may fall over this stone in the night, and perhaps be
badly hurt. I will move it out of the way."
So he tugged at the heavy stone. It was hard to move,
but he pulled, and pushed, and lifted until at last he
moved it from its place. To his surprise he found a
bag lying underneath.
He lifted the bag. It was heavy, for it was filled
with gold. Upon it was written: "This gold belongs to
the one who moves the stone!"
The miller's boy went home with a happy heart, and the
rich man went back to his castle. He was glad,
in-  deed, that he had found some one who was not
afraid to do hard things.