The gazette and Democrat. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1860-1860, 1860-05-03
An Incident on adway.
By MRS. GEORGE WASHINGTON urLlEs.

One of these sunny March afternoons,
when the sky is blue and soft as sapphire,
and The air full Of balm-lhe spire OF
Grace Church tipped with sunset gold,
and the plae.grss palaces along Broad
way all III glitter as they reflected the
Silken robes Ofthe burrying thrOng-tLis
is our scene and time.
She was just released from her weary
days work in the sitting book bindory-
the care worn. thread-bare woman, and
she breated in the fresh air greediiy, as
she edged her way meekly among her
scornIul sister. hood. Suddenly she paus.
ed in front Of fruit stand. the tropical
CLEAN of golden oranges reminded her Of
the little white face that was wasting a
way on the lonely pillow at lone, and she
fingered her worn purse Iongingly.
"HaSe you any one cent oranges. sir?"
"We don't deal in one.Cenl cIstpmers
better go about your business, woman, 4"
eaid the man contemptuously.
Oh, the herat-sickness of poverty!
She had proceeded but few steps before
she again stopped, involuntalily. before
the display Of cut flowers. 1t was not
the dazzling camelias nor the inn erial
pink azaleas that attracted her eye; il
was the knot Of Wild violets blue and
lewy, like those that grew under the ap.
plc-lrec at home, when she vas girl. =
How little Wilie's eyes would sparkle at
the sight Of those blue violets!
"How much are those violets?" she
asked. with trembling eagerness.
"a shilling said the dealsr shortly
; lie did hot believe the faded looking wo
man would bd customer, and was vexet
at being interrupted in eulogising to
splendidl5 dressed lady some rare hot
house blossoms. ....
She turned away with weary sigh. bu
the lady had noticed her wan face will
plying kindness.
"Give Inc the wild flowers" said she
and then touching the woman's shoulder
she added. TAX these violats-you seen
to wish for them so mucbp"
The pale face lighted up. All, It wal
worth a quarter 10 bring forth such
smilr! .r-
Thank you, lady. it was for my littl,
boy, and he is dyingl'
Dyng--it was strange fancy TO III
jewelei child of luxury. She could no
imagine it in all th- glow Of sunshine an,
vitality that surrounded her. and yet i
struck warning child to her heart. Dy
ing! to think that people could di-
4
"0h, mother, they are so beautiful
Put them where can look al them all lh
time--'hey make me think of lovely gree
Woods!'
And when midnight came, the It'll
child set out on his far journey to til
many mansions of his Fathers hous
house, smiling upon the violets with hi
, last earthly glance. The broken hearte,
mother could shroud him in no glistnin
/, satin or costly lace; but when the liul
; pine coffin came, she sprinkled the blue
eyed fragrant blossoms upon his breas
and so laid him down to everlasting slum
bers.
Did the Recording Angel write dow
t no history Of that brief incident in hi
f book Of light2 All, the day will com
when riches are no longer of any svAi
: and that one deed Of kiIdnes5 will b
more precious 10 the daughter Of wcslt
than all Golconda's diamonds.
g He needs no more weary watching mo-
E thar sick and suffering child; he is gath
r ering the vioiets that grow along the ii,
: ers Of Paradisel-Lve illustrated.