his treasure. On the outside in silver letters were these words, "Rights of Man."

Because his heart smote him he said

"I will give you some of mine; look, here is a fan, you can have it, and fan me with it when I am hot and tired." And on the fan was written "Obedience;" and he gave her a coral and bells that rang very sweetly when they were shaken; and the coral was called "Household Thrift." All the rest he kept for himself. First there was a tiny key, and the name of it was "Education." Now this key was a fairy key; and when it was taken out of the casket it grew and grew till it was very large and strong. When he saw the key he sprang up and put the rest away, and ran out.

The girl would have followed

"Now I can get into the fields!" he cried, "and, may-be, back into that field where we played to-day." Then he opened the gate of the first field he came to and ran in. him, but he locked the gate behind him and would not let her; so she sat down on the bank by the side of the dusty road, and fanned herself with her fan Obedience, and sang softly to the music of her little coral, and waited patiently till, after a long time, the boy came out again, hot and tired; and then she fanned him with her fan Obedience, and sang softly to the music of her silver bells, till he slept and was rested. Every day he took his key and opened the gates, and wandered into pleasant fields where fruit grew and fair flowers. But the girl sat always outside by the dusty road and fanned herself, and sang low sad songs to the music of her silver bells. Sometimes he brought her out fruit or flowers when he came back weary from his ramblings, but he would never let her come in with him. When sometimes she asked him of what he saw in his wanderings, he only told her of angry wild beasts that came out of the forests and fought hard battles with him. Until at last she ceased to ask him to take her with him, fearing the dangers she should meet with.

As time went on he grew at last weary of his lonely wanderings in the fields; so, one day, he bethought him again of his casket; and he went to it to find some new toy. The first thing he found was a set of climbing irons, and the name of these was "Ambition." They,

too, grew and grew as the key had done. This new toy pleased him more even than the first had done, because with it he could climb the great rocks and mountains that lay about their home. He went no more into the fields, but day after day he climbed and scrambled upon the mountains; and the girl sat below in the shadow at the mountain foot and waited for him, and sang new, beautiful songs to her coral, and fanned herself with her fan Obedience.

The years passed on, and the boy had grown into a noble youth, and the girl had become a fair maiden. One day she said to him"Look again in your casket; it may be there is something we can share together,”—for sometimes she was weary of her coral and her fan. So he looked again, and there was a beautiful little box, and on the top of it was written "Love; " and when he opened it, it was full of sweetmeats. He ate them all up greedily, and gave the empty box to the maiden; but, hidden away in a corner, she found one little sweetmeat, and she ate it.

The maiden was very fair, and the youth loved her with a great love. And because of his love for her he went no more into the fields, he climbed no more upon the mountains. As they wandered together with their arms round each other, the youth said to the maiden.—

"It is strange we have never found that field we used to play in; the owner said we should not go in again till mowing time, but if I could only find the gate, my key would soon open it for us." But the maiden smiled dreamily, and answered

"We are together, dear." And as she spoke, she laid her hand on a gate they were passing, and it yielded to her hand and opened, and they wandered in; and lo! it was the same field where they had played when they were children. The owner had forgotten to lock it that day.

So they went in, and he lay at her feet in the grass, in the sunshine; and he took her fan Obedience, and fanned her with it; and he took her coral and made its bells ring sweetly for her to sing to. And they were happy there together for a while. It was but a little while, for the owner came and turned them out, and locked the gate again. And that was the only gate the key, Education, could never open.

After a time the youth grew weary of his pleasant idleness; so the maiden opened his casket again for him, to see if perchance there might be some more of those rare sweetmeats. But instead, she drew

out a tiny rifle; on the stock there was a little silver plate, with the one word "Glory" engraved upon it. The rifle grew as the other things had done, and because it was a magic gun it never wanted loading.

The youth took the rifle, and straightway forgot his love for the maiden, and he ran off to the mountains with his rifle and his climbing irons, Ambition. And all day long the maiden, sitting weeping in the shadow of the mountains, heard the echo of his hunter shots. And she wept till her tears grew to a little lake at the foot of the mountain ; then she ceased weeping and looked at her fair face in the water mirror; she looked, and looked, till she cared for nothing but the reflection of her own beauty. After that she came every day and sat and gazed at herself in the water of that lake men call Vanity, until one day, sitting there, she dropped her coral with the sweet chiming silver bells-her coral, Household Thrift-into the lake, and it was lost. Sometimes she would climb a little way up the mountain and gather flowers that grew there on the plant, Coquetry, that she might make garlands for her hair to set off her beauty. And it happened one day as she reached out her hand to pluck the blossoms, the little box, Love, fell out of her bosom, and she trod upon it so that it broke to pieces.

Now the youth was never tired of his shooting, but the maiden grew deadly weary of her idle life, and prayed him often to take her with him, but he would not. When he came home tired, he would say to

her

"Ah, it is very pleasant for you, sitting down here idle in the shadows, you know nothing of the toils and dangers of the hunting up yonder; " but when she begged him again to take her, he only said the mountains were too rough for her, there were no climbing irons for her.

So the years passed on, and the maiden grew into a woman, and

the youth was a bearded man. As the time went on he grew less keen after his hunting, and by-and-by he sought again in his casket, for something new. This time he found a set of fishing tackle, and

the name of it was Politics.

"Ah," said he, "there is a lake up there on the mountains, I see the fish leaping in it often, I will go up there and fish."

Down below the woman grew restless. She beat her fan upon the rocks and broke it. She tramped about on the dusty roads, and now and then when the gates were low she clambered over into the fields. When the man came home, she would pray him passionately to take her on the mountains, but he would not. Sometimes she used to clamber after him, but the rocks cut her hands and tore her feet, and some were too steep for her.

At last, one day when the man scolded her harshly for breaking her fan, Obedience, and for losing her coral, Household Thrift, she turned upon him, with a grave dignity that had come upon her since her wanderings in the fields, and asked him for her own casket, that the owner had given her. But he laughed and jeered at her and swore there never was another casket, there never had been any but his, and she had had her share of that. She was silenced then, but when the man went out, she went to his room and opened his chest, and behold! there was a little beautiful casket like his, only on the lid there was written "Rights of Woman." She took the key and fitted it into the lock, but before she could open the casket, the man snatched it from her. Then he took a stick of Contempt and beat her therewith for meddling with his property. Nevertheless, next day when he had gone out she came again and took her casket, but again he stopped her. Then he locked her up in a little narrow, dark cupboard of Prejudice, but she pushed and kicked and banged at the door till she burst it open, and went again to recover her casket, but he had lain in wait for her and he came upon her, and he took a strong rope of Jealousy and bound her fast with it, and left her; but she bit and dragged at the rope till she broke it. And once again she held her casket in her hands. She took the key and opened it hastily; on the

top there lay a little sword with "Justice" engraved upon the hilt. When the man rushed in to take the casket from her, she turned round with the sword in her hand. Then he brought a great club of Injustice, but the little sword hewed it in pieces. So he stood by sullenly, and watched her take out her treasures one by one. There were- the key, and the climbing irons, the rifle and the fishing tackle, and all the other many things the man had found in his casket, even to the fan and the coral, and the box of sweetmeats. One by one she took the things out reverently, and one by one reverently she laid them back in the casket. Then she held out her hand to the man.

"Brother, shall we go together, any more, upon the mountains ? ” But he answered sullenly

"Now you have got your own, I suppose you will want mine too."

"Not so. Let us each keep our own."

"You can never climb the mountains, you, who have never been accustomed to it all your life as I have."

"But you will help me, brother, for I can learn, now I have the liberty. See-here is a new fan, Fidelity, and a new coral-Division of Labour-we will fan each other. I will sing you my old songs to the music of these new silver bells. And here are the sweetmeats that made us so happy long ago; come, let us eat them together."