The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1878-01-24

wouldn't for I love them so-Why, GRIM
son clover1 would be ready to die to-mor-
rowsfor very Joy IL nevwould eoeme. and
kin me. sd say chow d ye do, 1argerya"
But Oh lol that can't Be; they re afraid
Of me: afraid Of mel 49,,
Reader, was Z sinless little child then ;
fl had been older I should probably
have stifed under the cloak of pride and
sel6shness the noblest impulse of my life.
But thank God I did not, for without :
moments hesitation I climbed tho fence
and with tears of sympathy streaming
down my checks, / caught the old crea-
lures hand in mine, and said, - I bent
and kissed her, "How do you do, Mar
geryG" r. (; = =, S W gZT:3C?E ##E.
Great God forgive usl how shall We ever
answer for these poor, neglected souls that
the kiss Of child can 20 overcomel She
gazed upon 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 believed Some one has really kissed
Ma!eery, and said how dye dop
She has been dead this many a year;
the old hut tumbled in ruins long ago;
the people of the village have ceased to
speak Of her. She was always a wonder
to them, 1.-THE queer old hag." They
looked at her outwardly, no one ever
dreamed beautiful soul lay hid in such
a rough casket. But I 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 peeped
in at the, old doorl 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. J
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.
dressed the poor, worn, body for thu
grave, smoothed back the tangled hair,
filed the tired hands full of her flowers
In q 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 Wa
good enough for an I" old hag." Awoo'l
en- mark was erected and many sco1;al
when l begged them to put Nargc1y
it.
Twas called away so~ ~, ler 1catt
and did not return ""''t p.-,wing sem
mer. One mo:---1 <...e1ed the grave
yard for the express purpose ofplacing .
few flowers on the grave in the desolale
corner. What was my surprise to behold
it! There above, and all around it & bel
sweets 'were growing, tossing their Grim
on,white and yellow haads, saying plainl,
"We've followed you Margeryw NJ,
poor flowers were not needed, I saw in {
minute, so 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, God was Margery's only
friend While she was on earth. He sem
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 brlar 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 tn.
brightest, the children love to play long
est near the grave. Once, one more wis,
than the average, called it "Gods corner
and it has borne the name ever since.