The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-09-17

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5Luckio was MOTTO be waited for in. the
dark, with .tremb bling limbs and beating
heart he could never be seen. and he
:always knikeiYi aen he trod upon the,
stair, whether tie child was really sleep
ing: 1nsevery order lis descriptions, and
the. accessories Of his stories, impromptu.
Is they always were. we're wonderfully &c
curate, and people wondered. for he never
studied botany o. any other science from
books, yet when he gave ! soul and !
costume to i flower. he never DEPARTED
from its color or character-for inst. nee,
in his wonderful story of the ,desl otto:
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'feathery green necklace. This story he
Improved I'd award little girl who had
obeyed: her mother q injunctions that she
should eat tough old carrot (which was;
in her plate Of soup. To. get him, on the
subject of stOrks was Whimsically pleas
ant. He had so closely studied q colony
offthese birds; that every one had char.
acter and history for him; stork fsmily-
life, stork heart, stork brain, every real
ity| and every fancy that even .hi* imag-
nation could bring out. would reward
the questioner as to stork character and
Qualities: |'"What pity it is Andersen
cannot have stork wife!'' was more
than once said.s All things animate and
the things we call inanimatc responded to
the call Of, his delightful fancy, and he re-
veled in his own. power. That it could
have rival in attractivencss, or that it
ever could bore others, no more occurred
to him than it occurs to All only child to
suspect the existence of q rival with its
parents. Wherever he. was, he was not
only first, but all, Us a matter OF course.
The ''namc-day" Of the "English Rose,'
as he called her. bcfell while she was in
the same house with the poet, and sew
eral other guests were also there. After
the pretty Danish fashion, her hostess
gave a name fete, Of which the Rose was
queen, with the right to chose king for
the day: Her privileges were explained,
and she prepared to declare her choice,
but she had. reckoned without ssdear
And sen. who greeted her at once with,
"I-I-yes, And sen himself will be your
choice you shall say that And sen was
your nane.day king,"--and so it had to
be. He never left her side all day; he
was as constant as Que of his own storks,
and his entire conviction of her proud
content was so simple and so manifest,
that no one could have ridiculed it who
boosted any heart or the faiutest sense of
humor.
He had no power Of enduring physical
pain, or any notion that it was undignified
to bemoan himself: He would continue
to talk to his friends Of every ailment
and sensation with quite pathetic earnest
ness. TO see Andersen rub his stomach
slowly and heavily, while he explained,
! was bad all night, and when the pain
csme ! asked the good God to take me
away but when it went I thought I
should like to livc," and to hear him
gravely repeat the gesture with the state.
ment to each conner, was the FUNNIEST
thing possible. Every one listened and
sympathized with profound respect. He
ran thorn into his finger one day, and
not only did he cry, throw himself about,
and finally scream when il had to be
taken out with a needle, but he declined
to eat dinner, and so completely took it
for granted that nobody else could cat
any, that nobody did, and the meal was
not even served. When the thorn had
been extracted, he wept with joy, and sat
for hours holding the little instrument of
torture between his finger and thumb,
exhibiting it to all new corners ond ex-
patiating on his suffer,ngs. Suddenly he
coughed and missed the thorn Impes.
sib]e to persuade him that it had not
flown into his mouth and been swallowed,
~Will it be as sore here as it was here o.
he asked mournfulIy, touching his stom-
ach and his finger alternativcly. His
marvellous simplicity extended to every
affair of life. He, who made many rich,
was poor himself. His books brought
him very little; the tiny pension allowed
him by the State and his free stall at the
theatre was all his wealth. But he never
thought Of money, in that, too, he had
oil q child's perfect trustfulness. Some
spirited attempts were made to marry him;
one, in particular, by handsome peasant
girl, who wrote him love .lctter and took
it to him herself. When he had read it, she
urged her cause in words: 81 would be
so good to you,' she said; 81 would take
such care of you.'' II don't doubt it, -
he replied; shut. my good girl, ] don't
want to be married." He had grand
passion, he used to say, once, and it was
enough for all his life and then he would
weave some Of his purest. brightest, most
beautiful and graceful fancics round the
Image of-Jenny Lind. Some mysterious
affinity existed between him and the
flower world. He would handle flowers,
and whisper to them, and they would take
wonderous combinations at the bidding of
his big, flat fingers. When he held flowers,
or presented them, he became almost
graceful. and he had a floral language all
his own. A quick observer might trace
Anderson's reading Of character, or rather
the revelation Of his true child instinct, in
the flowers which he would present to the
ladies whom he selected for this coveted
honor.
He sleeps we'll in Inc city which loved
and honored him so truly, whose every
day life is so full OF him and Of associa.
tons with him, whose every familiar OBJ.
ject has been lent new meanings by his
extraordinary fancy, and his simple,
trustful, childlikc heart. His memory
will be kept green throughout q long
period of remembrance, by plentiful ira
OAslOtS VI OHC "HOSc CllAINCtcT was IN
unique as his genius.
The convict was an intelligent fellow,
and eyed his fellox-passenger closely.
presently thu stranger said: "Pretty
slew train this p
Convict. II suppose it is rather slow
when one is in hurry T."
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