The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1872-04-13
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The story of "a Glover Blossom.
BY AMELIA Z DALEY.


On each side Of the pathway leading from the
gate were little hower-beds, bordered with
white shells, ANA filled with gaily tinted flowers.
There were ptn>les VITA their purple vests,
roses with pink, oiusAiu- petals, fragrant with
lilies, and many other fIwers. They nodded
to each other Ia the morning air, and seemed
very happy, Pink Clover thought they were
beautiful and looked at her own dress as well
as she could
..Am l like yoa 7" she said to H large clover
that grew near her.
This clover had oe, in existence three DAYS,
and her blossoms BEGINNING to turn brown
on top, but she dIG not knOw 1t. She nodded
her head TO the young clover, aud said, "Just
like me, only you have not lived a. long as
have you GanIot have 81 inach sense"
us my head turning brown" said Pink
Clover.
NO" answered the other, you are quite
pink and fresh. We ulovers preserve our beauty
q long time" Aud she Strengthened herseli,
and shook drop Of dew oil one of her leaves.
Pink Clover thought it strange that the other
did not know she was fading but she said noth-
Ing, tor fear OF giving ottense.
The door of the cottage was opened, and a lit
tie girl came out and ran down the walk. Her
eyes were as blue AS vlolets, her hair shone like
corn silk, and her cheeks were as pink as the
roses. She wore white irock, and u loug blue
sash. She r.A - the Hover beds, and began to
u IHa A. - Her mother came aud stood
- + doo. way. Gather the most beautiful"
81, III.
Ink Clover @atchel the child IA she went
fro.a flower t. L-"cr. She thought che would
no ike to b. p'usked from her stem, aud wither
aw y. she leaned forward and whispered to
the rose that -,o" near her, why do you not
resnN! 1ouI y rms are long and sharp"
I'VE do uUI loom for ourselves" answered
the use b; I'VE age made to give pleasure to man,
ano when we axe gathered. though We droop
an die, our m,-,iJn Is fulfilled. | heard the
mo her and Ell Id llking last night about u.s.
" are to De toA Il 10 the rea: city, where PEG.
PIE nave no flowers, ANA are TO be given to Ii
sick servant OF God. When he sees us his
heat will swell with tbauhtuness, and we shall
be the cause Of loving prayer. Thus shall
even the flowers goriiy taoIr Maker
IIhK Glover was silent. She wished the little
gn' would pluck her also, that she might glad.
de-. human heat; Dat the child passed her
BY Id took the beautiful rose.
No one thinks much d! clover blossoms" said
tn OF grass, ''ur OF the grasses but the same
L. made Us all
We too have our aolA," said the old clover
WI h"d spoken before "Whoe countries
- 4 be desoitte without u.s. We make alut
III. waste place.
4'e htde girl 30 ne into the house, but
ST., soon CANE ont as l-, bearing her f lWers
IL. mother mo wlln ner. Ihey go, into II
lit wagon th.t ui,u up 10 the gpt.. The
Gu IS father sry1a W wagon.
ave had better take some grass WIN US lor
The uurse 10 eat, salu tue mother cut tAat
clos 20 the gate,
man brought 4Cy nc and did as she tolu
-, IL en-, down Ak Cover, too. The back
d CON ". l.ed Nth grass; the lathe.
TOO hl- IT, oui PINK clover found herself 90
az The great Guy.
II only fox lo.se to eat she said to her
sell
ue wagon rolled On and reached the city. l,
Ioe over tn stones Of the Streets and tossed
Pr" Clover hI.A ia ,lo air sometimes Every
til. Z around looked 80 dIlty that she wondered
hU" oily one could hive there The little cir
woa4ersd too, but her t-,her told her they would
500 come 10 p!eassntrr streets, and would It,
many beautiful EGuses
Az length, ~ tH.Dlu4 u corner, the Wagon
Joltea 50 hard ,aGt poor Punk Clover, when .bl
W tossed up, cIu come down on the pras.
esa-a, but ri.,hI II the dirty street No one san
A,. I"... She las there, and the wagon passed
ont u s!ght. NO. even to DC eaten by 1, horse
she signed. mus! "ither and be trampled OF
by Careless ieet."
Several hours passed, aud the little bunch O.
clover lay fading III the street The hot 81.
beat down upon Lcr; the dust blew over her
bur she had hot tom tepped on.
boy Game oloug the street. His clothes
were clean, though patched and old. He LOOKED
sadly down AZ he walked. When he reached
tie corner where Pink Clover lay he saw her
LIS lace Enlightened; he stopped and picked lie,
up Poor little blo.son," he said, and walked
On, holding her tightly in his hand.
He turned out Of that street into one still mar
rover and dirteg. He catered I. wre,chel
mousse PISSED up The stairs, and went into
Email rOOn. ~ WIS clean, but very sr,ntil,
furnished. sick gir was lying IN the bee
asleep. Her hands were SO Thin tina. every blu,
veih IL them Was visible Her mother wa,
bending over her. When the boy entered sh
raised u head
"How is ,ister!" he asked.
ohe Is easier now" answered the moth,-
pHI she mas been suffering very much. Sh
longs ior pure air Ii she could have that sh
would live" '
The boy held up the bunch of clover blossom.
IL iouha 1t Ia the street," he said 'it seem
AhG my SISTER fading o"-y in the close city
vii! revive il ii | can
lie placed Pink Clover in glass of cool waite,
anu set 'hs glass on the table. lie sprinkle
eoIG crops u water over her, and she felt he,
se4f ueslnhing To revive. She held up her he'd
and her fragrant breath stole into the room,
Soon the sick girl opened her eyes and s,,
the litt!e blossoms She held out her hands :,
Wafu them, and her mother gave them to lie
nHo 'aHa!eo tAeir perfume, and a glad liyl
came into her eyes e 49,
ON dear mother" she cried, 81 said if
couC only have breath from the country
should get well, and God has sent it TO me
theso little flowers"
linen the little clover knew that, through u,
lAouSnt OIL ways, she had been brought to fulti
1er mission mat when she lay UNDECIDED in Il
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