Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-08-02
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0lCm4NV tW0 A1Oe~Oo<s~s
rnins Of = house. which was half
burned. on . dreary, unpaved street in
the eastern part of the city, rOsebush
is slowly climbing. 1t is 90 small yet
that the passer who glances at the
blackened beams and raftcrs would
not notice it, but for months it had no
one to cut away the rank grass, give 1t
water, and help it IN its struggles to
hide the sad work of fire. One day 9
little lame girl discovered the stunted
bush. and her eyes filed with joy. A
father buried beyond the sea|a mother
in Elmw woOd-she lived IN q cottage
near the rnsebush with q queer old
couple, whose hearts felt kindly toward
the orphan, but who saw nothing IN the
rosebush beyond what they might have
seen in q weed.
It was early spring when the child
found the bush, and she carried it rich
earth, lifted the poor twigs with tender
hands, and talked to it as il it were
PLAYMATE. Rough boys soon disc0v-
cred why she visited the ruins, and at
first they were . mind to pull up the
bush to see her weep over their work.
They remembered that she was lame.
and they went in and helped her move
the blackened timbers. Day by day
the lame girl watched the bush. When
the wind moaDed loudly she trembled
when the raindrops fell she hoped they
would not strike the leaves too harshly.
No watcher was ever more vigilant,
faithful, and patient. She told no one
her plans.
One morning. q week ago, she found
a bud, Every day, for days and days.
she had peered among the leaves to see
if a bud was forming I; each day she
had been disappointed, and a less
brave and hopeful heart would have
despaired. She smiled with joy when
she found the bud, and she nestled IN
the grass beside the bush and watched
it. The bud grew and swelled, and by
and by it opened q bit, and the lame
girls heart sang joyful song. Yes,
terday morning, when she HURRIED
down to see the rosebush, the bud had
blOssOmed, and deep red rose smiled
at her.
There was but one bud-only one
rose-it was natures reward for the
child's patient care and long watching.
She carefully plucked it, and that NOR
ming people driving in ElmwoOd saw
lame child tenderly drop deep red
rose on a "pOOr folks" grave. No
other Ornament-nO other flower. 1t
sunk among the green grass and spar,
kled and shOne like star of night, and
when the tears of the child fell upon 1t,
its lustre was that of diamond. For
days and weeks and months she had
tended the rOsebush and watched over
it to secure a flower for the grave
without mark or name-a grave so Ike
thousand others that only love could
al .h,IA that Upnfnar'a
heart was mOlderIng there.-Defrod
Free Press.
The Old Turkey. GObble, gObble.
gobble. says the old turkey, stretching
out his head and neck till they turn as
red as sblOOd,-spreading his tail and
strutting around as if to give impress
sion that he himself is some great one;
but he is only great in this-a great
coward: If we have anything red
upon the clOthes-line, or wear any ar
ticle. in his sight, that is OF that hue.
he is furious over the matter, and COB
bles loudly to show his displeasure.
He is quite knowing. however, and has
amused us many q time with his funny
ways. When Mrs. Turkey sat upon
the eggs she had previously laid, he
took a great interest in the affair, and
Just as soon as the baby turkeys came
he endeayOred to take the whole care
of them, which was kind in intention,
but in reality cruel, for he never mea-
sured the strength of the poor downy
ones as their mother would have done,
but led them around and around the
fields, strutting, gObbling, and keeping
Mrs. Turkey away by showing fight
whenever she tried to come near. He
would show her the way to care for
babies, that he would! His strOpR
legs were able to endure all this jour
neying, but one after another of the
young ones died from sheer fatigue,
and there soon would have been none
to care for if Gobbler's attentions had
not been brought to sudden close.
He was caught and shut in a coop. His
master keeps ducks As well as turkeys,
and these first remind one of wander
ing Arabs, for they waddle away In
the morning and never return till
night. The farmer is In the habit of
feeding the ducks each evening, and
strange enough it seems, nevertheless
it is rue, that old GObbler stays up af-
ter all the other fowls are on the rOOst.
for the sole purpose of getting some of
the corn that is thrown out for the
ducks. He fingers around their coop,
and seldom retires until he has secured
a goodly portion of tine feed'-A. ID.
Walker.
Birds COurting.-l Lave frequently
seen the robin cOurtinR, and have al