Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1860-08-10

One Of those sunny March afternoons, whcr
the sky is blue and soft as sapphiee, ard tn,
air full Of balm, the spire of Grace Church
palaces along Broadway all glitter as they
reflected the silken robes of the hurryinp
throng--this Is our scene and time aH
She was just released from her weary days
work in the sitting book binderyr--the care
worn, thread,ba woman, and she breathed
in the fresh air greedily, as she edged hel
way mceklv amid her scornful sisterhood. =
Suddenly she paused in front of q fruit.stand
the tropical gleam Of golden oranges remind
ed her of the little white face that was vast.
ing away on the lonely pillow at home, and
she fingered her worn purse iohgingly. Af
Have you any one-ccnt oranges, sir l".
''We don't, deal in. onc-ccnt customers :
better 80 about your business, woman" said
the man contcniptously.
ID" Oh, the 'heart-sickness of poverty p
She had proceeded but few steps before
she again stopped, involuntarily, before dis.
play of cut flowers. 1t was not the dazzling
camelias nor the imperial pinkazaleas that at.
tracted her eye; it was the knot 6f wild vio-
lets blue and.dewy, like those that grew under
the old appletree at home, when she was a
girl. How little pining Willie's eyes would
sparkle at the sight Of those blue violets!
"How much are these violets?" She ask
cd with trembling eagerness. agH 4E
A shilling" said the dealer shortly; he
did not believe the faded looking woman,
would be a customer, and was vexed at being
interrupted in eulogizing to splendcdly
dressed lady some rare hot house blossoms.
si She turned away with weary sigh, but
the lady had noticed her wan face with pity
ing Kindness.
Cd" Give me the wild flowers," i" said she and
then touching tho womans shoulder, she add.
ed. Take these yiolets---you seem to wish
for them so much"1y n
The pale face lighted up. All, it was
worth shilling to cali forth such smile
Thank you, lady, twas for my little boy;
he Is dyingw ~ '#t f'''fsi'f Fh@a'
Dying--it was a strang fancy to the jewel
ed child of luxury. She could not imagine
it in all the glow of sunshine that surround,
ed her, and yet it struck warming chill tc
her heart Dying to think that people could
die ., 5i.H soa yrsjiaa@ aEa'trd
rrar* s y ge s. = ftt *aag* = ,yl
s Oh, mother they are so beautiful. Put
them where can look at them all the time
they make me think OF the lovely green
wood. -
And the midnight came, the little child sci
out on his far journey to the many mansions
of his Fathers house. smiling upon the glance
The brokcn-hearted mother could shroud him
in no glistening satin or costly lace; bu,
when the little pine coffin came, she sprinkl
ed the blue eyed fragrant blossoms upon his
breast and so laid him down to his eycrlast
ing slumber. s' = =. ,.sa& DBL +.. +.
Did the Recording Angel write down nc
history of that brief incident in his book O
light! All, the day will come when riches
are no longer Of any avail, and that one deet
of kindness will be more precious to thu
daughter of wealth than all Golconda's dia
mOnds. 4lEa7ifB 5sts8 ggl8ea.ir eI5
He needs no more weary watching now
that sick and suffering child he is gather
ing the violcts that grow along the river 0
Paradise. Illustrated. 'aa3 }ss'7 ss.l