Read it, won't you?
Then you will understand." Joyce took the slip of paper to the window, and glanced rapidly along the lines.
"No, read it aloud!" demanded Betty, fretfully.

"I want to hear it, too.
It is such a sweet story, and I read it over every day to help me remember." Mrs.Sherman and the girls, sitting outside the door, leaned forward to listen, as Joyce read aloud the newspaper clipping that Betty counted among her chief treasures.

This is what they heard: "THE ROAD OF THE LOVING HEART."[1] "Remembering the great love of his highness, Tusitala, and his loving care when we were in prison and sore distressed, we have prepared him an enduring present, this road which we have dug for ever." * * * * * In a far-off island, thousands of miles from the mainland, and unconnected with the world by cable, stands this inscription.

It was set up at the corner of a new road, cut through a tropical jungle, and bears at its head the title of this article, signed by the names of ten prominent chiefs.

This is the story of the road, and why it was built: Some years ago a Scotchman, broken in health and expecting an early death, sought out this lonely spot, because here the climate was favourable to the disease from which he suffered.