The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-11-26
The Falry's aeesy aAoue ~

"Why, you horrid, disagreeable
shing, what arc you here forf You.
impersi"e~ce in growing herr BY N,
side 10 perfectly insu6erable," |" cried I
stately lily 70 poor neglected look.
ing thistle that grew BY her side on
tho mcadow bank.
81 am here because I WAS placed
here" me-kly replied tho thisels. II
am sorry If an,oy you BY my pres
~nce, and would gladly remove Il IL I
could"
'sOh, don't talk to me, its enough
to soc you without hearing you too;
80 please to keep your dissance, y
angrily re,orted the lily, and stretch
ing her stately form 70 ito fullest az
tent she drew her beaut,ful face q
far away from her ne;shhos - posi-
ble.
"Oh, you prickly creature, you!
How am ! to endure exist ence %
near your" fre,ted bunch Of blue.
bells, - chance breeze tossed her
against the rough coat Of the thistle.
Il cannot conceive how you cane TO
be thrown into such society . ossrs,
l am sure;" and she tossed her blue
bells and gave one glance st the tall
lily, and seeing che took no notice Of
her lesser neiehbor, she bent herself
very busily over her own reflection,
seen in tho many dew drops.
ssOh, dear! II I had known YOU
were here, I'D have gone - far The
other way" cried the ivy, quickly,
drawing back and preparing 70 20
away.
"Well, I am not to be inoluded in
any such company 40 that sang
out gay morning glory, Who having
seen the tall lily, had started towards
them, but catching sight Of the this
tie, she quickly threw her green ten
drils in another direction and clam
bored Cd.
So one and another told their dis
like and disdain Of the poor thistle,
while she listening, could only endure
in silence their taunts aud scora.
But the poor thing was sad and cor
rowful, and often and often she woa-
dered in her heart for what purpoes
she had bscn placed there; but she
never murmurrd or complained at
her lot. So the lily and the blue
bells, the ivy and the morning glory
continued their mirth and msrrimcnt
1t her expense, till ono day what
should come rushing into tie 6sld
but drove Of hungry cattle.
''Here's choice morsel," cried
one, - he snapped o6 the heed Of the
stately lily.
mo better than blue bells o morn
ing-glories,' said another, = he
swallowed them both, while The ivy
crawled under the prickly leaves of
the thistle for peotsotioa. The poor
thistle expected nothing sse than
that her time had come; but she was
greatly mistaken; her coarse, sngain-
" leaves, with their sharp proxies
PrOsUr ,oL ises, wlsiio hcr less fortu-
nate neighbors were mercilessly de.
voured by the hungry creatures
''See now whst my very ugliness
has done for me-" she c,ied 20 the
ivy. "We are both Of us saved by
it," So the ivy crcpt from her hiding
place, and in her gratitude for her
preservation. she crept up and over
the thistle, winding her delioste ten
drills over and am ,ng the thistle, till
naught was seen but tho pale blue
blossoms peeping through . most
beautiful veil Of green, snd al passers
by saw and wondered 1t the sight !;
aud oil summer long they grew to-
gether, and the ivy forgot her scorn,
and the thistle her sorrow, in their
love and admiration for one another.