He Fonnd A Fortune.

"People mny declare tlieir disbelief luck as frequently as they like, but, for al that, lack is the most potent írctor i shuping the succes or non-success of i man," sakl a citizen of Detroit wlio ha( been Eojourninr in Encanaba for severa days. He was sprak ing to a representa tive of tlie Mlrror.and related tlie follow ing story in conlirnintion of his falth : "I was born in a Pennsylvania village and came west wilh my parents when I waa a lail. We located on a farm iu tlie lower península of Michigan, and from that liour on bad luck seemed to dog my fathpr in whatever he undertook to do. "Wlien he left Pennsylvania, he had $10.000. He put $5,000 of this in a bank, and invested the otlier $5,000 in n farm. The bank broke. Then a drouglit carne and luineü liis erop. His house took flre a-id was burned, with all iis contents, and we were left homeles on the verge of winter. "Father succeedfid In mortgaging tlie farm; and then suddenly my motlier died, and a few days later my sister followed her into the unknown. "The following year my father had a medium erop, and afier he had sold it and paid the interest on the inortgage he had just enough left to carry us through the winter. He had lost confidence in banks, so he kept his money hidden in the house. One night we had a visit from bnrglara, who took every ceut he had in the world. "He was compelled to clap a second mortgaije oti the farm; but lus erop failed and we badn't a penny to tide us over unto tlie followinjí spring. "One day tlmt 1 will never forget I started out hunting, a"d I liad to borrow a f?un, for I had sold my own to provide us with bread. Game proved very scarce, and my aim very poor. It was nearly iiijjht, and I liadn't even a bird to show for my long tramp through the woods, so I struck out for home. Just as I leaped the fence that let me into our farm ugain, I saw a squirrel scurring up the dead trnnk of an oíd tree. I popped away at the little fellow, missed him, and then started back with a cry of surprise. "lly bullet liad hit the tree, and just where it liad struck I sawsoniething that shone like fire in the last rays of the setting suin. Kuiining to it, I wipped out my knife and begnn cutting Into the hol low trunk of the tree. Suddenly,h;indful after handful of gold pieces bejri'n to run out of the hole upon the brown sod at my feet. 'I began to count. The siim ran up nto hundreds - uto thous:inds - and I fairly gcreamed for joy. "Ño more proverty for us ! No more living on crusts! Ño more dressing ín raps ! "I fllled niy pookets as full as tliey wollld Imli], ImiiIcU Um Oaliinuv 1 Uie coin, and tore for lióme. "Opening tlie door, I ran in. Father lay on tlie lloor- dend- stricken with npoplexy. He was the last near relative I liad in the world. "I told no ouc of the treasure [ liad foimd, and.after tlie funeral oí my fatber, I went to Detroit nnd placed it in a bank. It went co college at Aun Arbor until I yrailuated; then erabaiked in business, and my luck has been aa good as that oí my futher was bad." Thi8 story di monstrates that tlie optimista are wrong when they utter the fool-declarntion that "This world is what we make it.'' It is not what we make it, by any manner of ineans. Iu tlie case of the father who figures in this romance of real life, he certainly tried his best to make bis family and himself comfortable, happy, succeKful, but he failed- not through any fault of his own, but failud through the infamy of bank officials; through adrought that destroyed his crop; through the burning of his lióme; through burglurs; through the death of his wife and daughter; through other agencies over whicli be had no possible control, and, to flnlsta np his bad luck, he was stricken dead on the very day that his son found a fortune. On the otlier hand, it was simply a stroke of good luck that led the son to the particular tree that held the gold, and all the clrcumstances of his fiud were the meresí aceidents of fortune.- K ca naba Mlrror.