River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1878-01-24

But oh mo- that cant be- they are afraid
of me; afraid of me!
Reldcr, was a sinless little child then;
had been older | should probably
have stided under the cloak of pride and
selfshness the noblest impulse of my life.
But thank God did not, for without a
moments hesitation l climbed the fence
and with tears of sympathy streaming
down my checks, | caught the old crea-
lures hand in mine, and said, as | bent
and kissed her, "How do you do, Mar
gery9"
Great God forgive US how shall we ever
answer for these poor, neglected souls that
the kiss OF child can SO oyercome2 She
gazed unon me for several moments in
mute establishment, then burst out sob
bling and laughing alternately, saying
over and over to the senseless flowers
"She did it my sweets just think, can
you believe? Some one has really kissed
Margery, and said, 'how dye do"
She has been dead this many year;
the old hut tumbled in ruins long ago;
the people of the village have ceased to
speak of her. She was always wonder
to them, 1.-THE queer old bag" They
looked at her outwardly, no one ever
dreamed beautiful soul lay hid In such
a rough casket. But knew it and learn
ed to love her we'll.
The day she died -oh, such beautiful
day--the daisies, buttercups and clovers
how they swung their heads and pceped
in at the old door, All day long she
| Law with one hand locked fast IN mine
At sunset, when the yellow rays streaked
the crimson banners hung in the west,
the angels came (they were not ashamed. }
She heard them, the beautiful soul came
up and looked out Of its prison windows
with such glad look, such as the prison
er wears when, after dreary years OF
darkness, the iron bars fall and the door
of his cell swings back, letting in the
blessed sunlight once more.
l dressed the poor, worn, body for the
grave, smoothed back the tangled hair
| filled the tired hands full Of her flowers
In stony corner of the graveyard
overgrown with briars and nettles, they
made her grave. No one had been buried
in that part for years, it was so desolate
and nothing would grow there, but it WI
good enough for an old bag" A wo9i
en- mark was erected and many SEQ d
when / begged them TO put MargcIy
| it.
! was called away SOC ~ orr lcatf
| and did not return M iot.ywlng sem
mer. One mo- ( c..,eIed the grave
| yard for the express purpose ofplacing {
/ few flowers on the grave il the desolalC
corner. What was my surprise TO behold
it, There above, and all around it 9 hel
sweets "were growing, tossing their Grim
awhile and yellow haads, saying plainly
We've followed you Margery" NJ!
poor flowers were not needed, | saw in ,
minute, so l placed them on rich ole
granny Markham's grave which locked
singularly bare for all the costly monu
ment which cast its shadow over it. think
ing to myself, Gcd was Margery's only
friend Mbile she was on earth. He SEN
the simple wild flowers to cheer her here
and now He has sent them to cover hel
grave.
Year after year they come, more luxur
liant each time. A sweet brIar rose ha'
! been added, blue and white viotets peer
up, the seeds of rare plants are wafteC
that way until the desolate old corner il
a glowing Arcadia The birds sing thu
sweetest there. the sunbeams are th,
brightest, the children love TO play long
est near the grave. Once, one more wis,
than the average, called it Goods corner
and it has borne the name ever since.