Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-05-11
AIsfeliaaf0ls.
The Wrea+h.Iakars.
4 Fairy Tale.
BY (. ANDEKToS.

''Pui away all these miserable looking,
/ dried flowers. Jennie. and fix up our best
dresses Tor Clara Norris little party To
night
Dear LoGie, I have orders for f,ur
wre2ihs of immnrielles and two crosses;
! tLey must be completed by Tomorrow.
! IL is impossible lor lie tn ,o oui. and you
VII greatly help. by sorting the flowers
and ,,!aring them reals tor me"
loure did not.replv, great tears gath
cred IN her blue eyes She sal down To
her work. at .Iennies side, aud mol word
was spoken for a long time. though oc-
rasinnaily u little sigh broke from her
lips.
''S.s,er." said size. at lensth. Il should
not cars. So mach. were these only bright.
,uveiy roses; wouldn't il he nice To- have
their sweet fragrance filing nur poor
room? Oh. | could work forever among
fresh, beautiful 1 Sers -
Il dDH'i believe you like work ~ any
kind, nt.lc SIS, answered. Jciaie, vita a
smic.
All. that is true. love tn play me all
the HE. lung day and s'ng; but. Jennie.
il | work real hard for YOU, until supper
time. may tl.en - tai the paIiy:
Je-:nie considered her little sister some
wha, seltiih, ;heu,h sic gave the re-
qurrd consent.
''IS3t vol won't have iirnc u wash and
iIon M white diess. nov, c"n,iGued
Louie. IN p.aiEiive tome. Must | put
on the gree.. ose, HAT wea. on Sun
days.
You have none other. child"
"But it's so uiJ and faded: and since
mamma G:ed. you ALWAYS wear black,
and that is n.ean and SHABBY, too. Wont
YOU bny us some new ones when you re
pSii for this work. iennie.'
Il Cannot. L0uie, TOR there Is rent or
these two ro,srs and We owe s.,ineinin.
to the baker and milknsn; but have pa
iieace. dear, yuu know am not accu,-
toned 40 wreath making yet: in a little
time can earn more money"
.'Oli. don't talk about it-it's .tefai to
be SD poor.
Away rushed little Louie. into their
chamber above, and shortly after return
ed. with a much nInre pleasant counie-
nance. cla,i in The Gespised green dress.
which she he'd adorned with lace, and
xear.n- Tcund her w.iS. q broad, pick
SASH.
child excl.imed Jennie. ''you look
quite absurd Taie of that sash, and
tia, eaady. paid ribbon from your hair.
Come here. ani Will arrange your pret-
w golden curls, and give You my own
black velvet to tie around them"
No, Jennie. wnn',; and whats more.
If can find SON. one wbo VAL let me
dress better than You Go. viii never
come back again, Sd gosid bse
Jennie was TOO much aS,Unishcd and
hurt TO make a reply, and in anorher in
slant, Louie hal disappeared from tie
room. Her sister called after her, but in
vain. She went 10 the door; there was
no sign of thougn;less, unkind, little
Louie.
~Ah, mew said the poor girl. iii only
had the time In spare, what good IT
snu.d 6a IRE tc Sit down aud have a
hesrty, good cry. But no, ro. half OF this
order must be completed To dav.
The Young wreath maker worked away
nf her seifimppsed task, until the eve
ming shadows darkened the small window
Of ;ha. little, low room. She ate her fru
gal supper. tssing care to put aside
LoIie's share. then sat doSn ih the old.
worn rocking chair, 10 rest.
Il wond :. are the fairies gone from
the earti?" thought she. 1T is SAID. they
used 20 wander around, and plying us
poo. morta,s. sometimes appear and be.
stow wondrous kindnes-es upon those
they love. And / have read in some old,
Old story, that each sweet flower had a
fairy guardian. but. surely, no fairy
would .ake these dried, scen'less immor
,elles. under her care. No wonder Louie
so diS.iked her work. How delightful il
would he To live in that Eastern land.
among the roses. and there, under those
deep blue skies. gather them in thnus
! ands, TO make the precious altar. But
It's no use wishing; here am, and must
labor where my lot Is cast"
Then Jennie hung mp the already fin
ID wrea.hes, and very pretty and DEF
;caie Trey looked, "a a ray ifom The moon
CLEANED in through the little window,
ina toucle,., with u silver radiance, their
cold. pale flowers.
| Perhaps tine kind fairies took pity on
The lonely girl, as, leariug back in the
old chair, she closed her wearied eyes
for The brish! visitants crowded hio the
room, anu ieIr genie nc kiss nn"n the blue
yeined lids of The sleeper. who then be-
held bright visions Of the happy past:
and another .airy, pointing tn the moons
| !.yhsed wreaihs, chauted a sad, little song
which found an echo in Jennie's sill sa.
der heart, and these were the words the
fairy sang
ssYe nav not boast the Iily's snowy whiteness.
Nor the rich fragrance ,f the yiol-t' brea h,
And din, beside the roses glowing brightness,
Are ysar pale leaves. sad fbwcre' of death.
But springs 20 the eye, the lone heart
A we IeutIy touch your wreaths, oh, fadeless
morteIiess
The aewarop. DER each fsirer garden flower.
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