take up the handles of the
wheelbarrow and go right on. Maybe the king will send a coach for you
some day."

He did--more than one king did.

Franklin took the handles of the wheelbarrow, wondering which was the
true prophet, his father's Scripture or cautious old Mr. Calamity. As he
went on he heard the tap, tap, tap of the cane behind him, and a low
laugh at times and the word "kings."

He came to the office, and taking a huge bundle of printing paper on his
shoulder went in. The cane passed, tap, tap, tapping. It had an ominous
sound. But after the tap, tap, tap of the cane had gone, Franklin could
still hear his old father's words in his spiritual memory, and he
believed that they were true.

We must continue the story of Mr. Calamity, so as to picture events from
a Tory point of view. The incident of the wheelbarrow would long cause
him to reproach the name of Franklin.

The Pennsylvania Gazette not only grew and became a source of large
revenue, so that Franklin had no more need to wheel to his office
printing paper with his own hands, but it crowned with honor the work
of which he was never ashamed. The printing of the paper money of the
province added to his name, the success that multiplies success began
its rounds with the years, and middle life found him a rich man, and his
late return from England a man with the lever of power that molds
opinion.

Poor old Mr. Calamity must have viewed this growth and prosperity with
eyes askance. His cane tapped more rapidly yearly as it passed the great
newspaper office, notwithstanding that it bore more and more the weight
of years.

Benjamin Franklin was a magnanimous man. He never wasted time in seeking
the injury of any who ridiculed and belittled him. He had the largest
charity for the mistakes in judgment that men make, and the
opportunities of life were too precious for him to waste any time in
beating the air where nothing was to be gained. Help the man who some
time sought to injure you, and the day may come when he will help you,
and such Peter-like experiences are among life's richest harvests. The
true friendship gained by forgiveness has a breadth and depth of life
that bring one of the highest joys of heaven to the soul.

"I will study many things, for I must be proficient in something," said
the poet Longfellow when young. Franklin studied everything--languages,
literature, science, and art. His middle life was filled with studies;
all life to hi