SHE was a little old woman who came on at a country station for her first journey by railway. The other passengers smiled as they watched, while she settled herself and her belongings as if she expected to travel round the world. A young relative who was with her called her attention to a beautiful view of the river, but she was so busy in tucking a veil over her bonnet that she gave it scant notice. “Presently, John. As soon as I get everything all right, I’m going to sit back and enjoy myself,” she said. “I always have been longing for a long ride in the train.” But her satchel, basket, and box were not easily arranged to her liking, and the forty-mile ride was brief. “Already?” she exclaimed, as the name of her destination was called. “Why, I’ve hardly had a moment of pleasure from the journey yet. If I’d thought we were goin’ to stop so soon, I wouldn’t have wasted all my time fussing about things.” The passengers smiled again, but doubtless some of them were taking their life journey in much the same fashion. The world holds many who spend their days in getting ready to live, who sacrifice sweetness, ties, and pleasures of the present to amass goods for the time when they can “sit back comfortable,” and enjoy themselves; but before it comes, the journey is ended.—Selected.