The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1870-07-15

st her through the grass. doing his
very best to entertain bis morning
caller; nor see the wicked little squir.
rel who had come back and pcrchsd
himself on a rail, to, challenge her
for another race. Now, q flock oi
gay, twittering birds camo flying in
great msss towards her, nsarer and
nearer, TIL they lit directly or the
old tfee At the edge Of the grove close
by her.
What . chattering! It must be a
large family gathering. or a debating
club grown disorderly, or netting
of the kind, for they fluttored about
very excitcdly for a few minutes,
talking as fast as they could, and
then few off again, away into The
beautiful blue that Daisy had been
trying to fathom.
''Oh. if l we're only a bird, !" sigh
cd weary little Daisy, throwing her
self on the grass by the tree, accept
ing now the neglected hat 10 rest her
tired head upon. Il would find out
if there we're anybody living in the
the clouds, and I'd go 50 far up into
the blue that if Heaven were there,
1 should surely find it. Why should
the birds have wings and 60 anywhere
they like, and not little girls" she
thought. with . shade of discomfort,
as a quiet little fairy began to spread
her white sleep cloud over her.
All, Daisy! You are fast going
some where and the blue of your eyes,
which may hold a heaven indeed,
within it. is fast being shaded by tho
white lids and barred closely back
behind the long lashes.
Daisy is gone. She has her wish,
tho. She dreams she is . beautiful
bird and can fy as fast and bigh ~
any Of them. She is flying straight
up into, the sky, ip search of the
heaven which she feels sure is there.
On and on she keeps, popping into
every cloud, but finding no one; liv.
ing in . delicious, dreamy haze /;
seeming hardly to fly and yet keep
ing on by some sweet power 80 straags
and now. A long, delightful sense
it seemed, and then she was again
where trees and green grass were all,
all about her. Flowers Of all kinds
and oolors were blossoming every
where. She could hear = soft hum
ming as Of distant music, and she
felt her heart grow big with joy, and
hurst out in song Of hsppiness, such
gladness as they had never felt be-
fore. But she was no longer little
girl. She Was bird now, up among
the branches Of the trees. She could
see and hear other birds. Every
thing was singing in . sweet way Of
its own, or talking cheerily with its
neighbor. The little brook that
danced by at tho foot of the tree was
so merry sho could aim ost understa and
what it said.
dear little brook" crfed Daisy,
"please tell me where I am. and
why We are all SO happy. Is this
heavcn?'' .-...--.. .-...s "5
"Yes, indeed!" laughed the brook,
as it sent a white sparkle high up to-
ward Daisy. lit can always be
heaven where one is busy, if one has
a mind to make it So" ....
''How do you mean, dear Ripple
Brook? Thought heaven was place
by itself where only goods folks went
after they died."
80 il is, perhaps; but then If
good folks make heaven, can't there
be one everywhere?" ~
Il suppose so-al little one. Only
God lives in the great heaven, and"
doesn't God live every where g
What should We do if be didn't?"
"Why, yes; mamma has often tsld
me SO, but never thought Of il just
that way BEFORE"
"Then, how can 1 help being hap
py," added Ripple Brook. as she
merrily hurried her troops Of shining
m messengers along the narrow road
over which they ran, "when l have
30 much to do, sending water to our
dear friends, the Bright Faces, that
live all round here. and who are al
ways so glad to get it. One good
neighbor, Mrs. Brown Earth, who
says they are al her children. carries
It to them. If it were not for her, l
souldn't send it to them nearly so
often - 81
Daisy looked at the beautiful flow
srs that grew all about. and said:
81 think they must be worry glad
you live here and are 20 kind to
Ehom."
.Kind Oh, I love to do i'll"
ind she laughed gaily. as she nodded
goodbye to Daisy; I'VE couldn't
make our little heaven, you know. If
We were not making somebody else
happier.
: "What . fanny little brook"
thought Daisy; II wonder what she
meant. I don't think ever tried
much to make anybody happier
What could little girl like me do?
always rxn on crrands for mamma,
If she asks me, and, we'll, I haven't
but very few tines felt cross when
she asked me-. and Daisy, just here
to think Of something else,
looked up into the great tree. on one
# whose branches she was sitting,
and said: AIRS. Green Tree, please
toll me if you arc busy all the time.
and what it can DO that you do,
standing hero SO many years?"
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