"He went back to his little hut in the forest feeling very unhappy. His wife kissed him on his return, and his children gathered around him to hear him tell the adventures of the day, but his downcast spirit made them all sad. "'What has happened?' asked his wife. 'You always seemed happy until to-night.' "'And I was always happy until to-day. But I have seen the world to-day, and now I want that which will buy everything.' "'And what is that?' asked his wife. "'Listen! It sounds like that,' and he struck his clasped hands on his knee--chink, chink, chink. 'If I had that, I would bring to you and the little ones the fine things I saw in the city, and you would be happy. You are contented now because you do not know.' "'But I would rather that you would bring to me a happy face and loving heart,' said his wife. 'You know that the Book says that "a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he possesseth." Love makes happiness, and gold is in the heart.' "The forester continued to be sad. He would sit outside of his door at early evening and pound his hands upon his knees so--chink, chink, chink--and think of the gay city. Then he would strike his hands on his knees again. He did not know that it was fool's gold, all. "He grew more and more discontented with his simple lot. One day he went out into the forest alone to cut wood. When he had become tired he sat down by a running stream to hear the birds sing and to strike his hands on his knees. "A shadow came gliding across the mosses of the stream. It was like the form of a dark man. Slowly it came on, and as it did so the flowers on the banks of the stream withered. The woodman looked up, and a black giant stood before him. "'You look unhappy to-day,' said the black giant. 'You did not use to look that way. What is wanting?' "The woodman looked down, clasped his hands, and struck them on his knees--chink, chink, chink. "'Ah, I see--money! The world all wants money. Selfishness could not thrive without money. I will give you all the money that you want, on one condition.' "'Name it.' "'That you will exchange your heart.' "'What will you give me for my heart?' "'Your heart is a human heart, a very simple human heart. I will put in its place a heart of stone, and then all your wishes shall turn to gold. Whatever you wish you shall have.' "'Shall I be happy?' "'Happy! Ha, ha, ha! are not people happy who have their wishes?' "'Some are, and some are happy who give up their wishes and wills and desires." "The woodman leaned his face upon his hands for a while, seemed in great doubt and distress. He thought of his wife, who used to say that contentment was happiness, and that one could be rich by having a few wants. Then he thought of the city. The vision rose before him like a Vanity Fair. He clasped his hands again, and struck them on his knees--chink, chink, chink--and said, 'I will do it.'