Jonas Keene Thought His Lot A Hard One Because His Children Were All Failures. But I Know Of A Fate More Trying Than That: It Is To Be A Failure While Your Children Are Successes. For I Raised A Brood Of Eagles Who Flew Away At Last, Leaving Me A Crow On The Abandoned Bough. Then, With The Ambition To Prefix Honorable To My Name, And Thus To Win My Children'S Admiration, I Ran For County Superintendent Of Schools, Spending My Accumulations To Win - And Lost. That Fall My Daughter Received First Prize In Paris For Her Picture, Entitled, "The Old Mill" - (It Was Of The Water Mill Before Henry Wilkin Put In Steam.) The Feeling That I Was Not Worthy Of Her Finished Me.