The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-07-19

were hanging around quite WlUnefed.
The poor rose bush = said the child;
take it, that it may bloom up yonder. 2
And the angel took it; and kissed the
child, and the dear little one half opened
his eyes. They plucked some OF the rich
flowers, but also took with them the wild
pansy and despised buttercup.
4 CHOW we have flowers, said the child.
And the angel nodded, but he did not fly
upward to heaven. 1t was night, and
quite silent They remained in the great
city. They foated about there in a
small street. where lay whole heaps of
straw, ashes and sweepings, for it had
been removal day. There lay fragments
OF plates, bits Of plaster, rags and old
hats, and all this did not look well and
the angel pointed amid all this confu-
sion to few fragments of flower pot,
and to a lump of earth which hat; fallen
out, and was held together by the roots
of great dried flower, which was Of no
use, and had therefore been thrown out
into the street.
GIVE will take this with us, " said the
angel. CT will tell you why as we fly
onward.
Down yonGer in the narrow lane lived
poor sick boy; from his childhood he
had been bedridden. When he was at
his best he could go up and down the
room few times, leaning on crutches;
that was the utmost he could do. For
few days in summer the sunbeams would
penetrate for few hours to the floor of
his room, and when the poor boy sat
there, and the sun shone upon him, he
looked at the red blood in his thin fin
gers, and he would say, Eyes, to-day he
has been out /" He knew the forest with
its beautiful vernal green only from the
fact that the neighbours little son brought
him the first green branch Of beech
tree and he held that up over his head
and dreamed he was in the beech-wood,
where the sun shone and the birds sang.
On q spring day the neighbours boy
brought him also field flowers, and among
them was, by chance, one to which the
root was still hanging and SO it was
planted In a fower-pot, and placed by
the bed, close to the window. And the
flower had been planted by fortunate
hand, and it grew, threw out new shoots,
and bore flowers every year. It became
a splendid flower garden to the sickly
boy-his little treasure here on earth.
He watered it and tended it, and took
good care that it got the benefit of every
ray OF sunlight, down to the latest that
struggled in through the narrew win
dow 1t grew for him and gladdened his
eyes, and spread it's fragrance about
him and toward it he turned in death,
when the Father called him. He has
been with the Almighty for year. For
a year the flower has stood forgotten in
the window, and is withered and thus,
at the removal, it has been thrown into
the dust of the street. And this is the
our poor flower which we have taken into
nosegay for this flower has given more
Joy than the richest in Queens gar
den."
but how do you know all this ?"
asked this child.
81 know it," said the angel, for I
myself was that boy who walked on
clutches !! know my flower we'll"
And the child opened his eyes, and
looked into the glorious, happy face of
the angel, and at the same moment they
entered the region where there is peace
and Joy. And the Father pressed the
dead child to his bosom, and then it re-
ceiVed wings like the angel, and flew
hand in hand with him. And the AL
mighty kissed the dry, withered field
flower, and it received voice, and sang
with all the angels lowering round some
near, and some in wider circles, and
some in infinite distance, but all equally
happy. And they all sang-little and
great, the good and happy child and the
poor field flower that had lain there
withered, thrown among the dust, in the
rubbish of the removal day, in the dark,
narrow lane. - Hans Christian Ander-
sen.