The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1878-06-20

Slumber till the morning light,
Slumber till the new tomorrow
Comes and brings its own new sorrow.
We are In the Fathers sight
Good night!
Prom The German Of Theodore Ko,rer.
POLLY's DECORATION DAY.
{ Polly sat on the doorstep, dressing
: Miss Jerusha Jane in her pink party
dress.
"Now, Z'rusha. you mus be dood
girl and not tear cor dress, tause l velly |
tirded and tant mend it. Will oo9"
Isuppose Miss Jerusha must have re-
piled "Yes," for her little mistress SEEM
ed perfectly satisfied; and presently the
young lady was taken off into the corner
OF the yard, where the party" was to
take place, and the little sunny haired,
rosy-cheeked child came trotting back
to her home, on the broad, old-fashioned
doorstep. In the cool, quiet sitting room
looking out upon this step, sat mamma
and Aunt Kate, talking together. Pres
emily Polly was attracted by what Aunt
Kate was saying:
Helen, suppose you don't need to
be reminded that tomorrow will he
Decoration Day. Shall you 60 with
hnwers9"
"shall go? Indeed, Kate, did you
but know how my heart clings to that
little spot of earth, you would not ask
me-"
"And shall you take Polly?'
Yves, indeed. want her arliest r.
membranes to be those of love and
honor for her soldier father" The sweet
face under the widows cap beamed with
tenderness as she thought of the dear one
who had given his life to his country,
now waiting for her in heavenly home !;
and she did not speak again until q
childish voice recalled her thoughts.
"Mamma, is I a-goin' to Dcclation
Day?"
eyes. darling; we are going to put
some beautiful flowers on papa's grave"
"An' may Zrusha 20, too?'
Mamma smiled. Eyes, dear; if it will
please my little Polly, Z'rusha many go
too"
And away ran Polly to communicate
the news.
Decoration Day dswned bright and
beautiful-the very heavens seeming to
send their blessing down upon the flower
decked graves Of soldiers.
Blithe little Polly sat in the carriage,
with Jcrusha in one hand and fragrant
bunch of lilies of the valley in the other,
waiting for mamma. Soon she came,
with basket Of pure white blossoms,
and they drove off. The sun shone warm
and bright, and the air was so still that
even robins note from the branches of
the sweet-scented apple trees seemed out
Of tune; and mammals face was 50 peace
ful in its thoughtfulness that even Polly
kept quiet, only chatting in whispers to
Jerusha. The ride was not very long
and soon the beautiful cemetery, with its
little hills and valleys, lay spread out be.
fore them. They drove through one Of
the pretty winding paths, past MANY
flower covered graves, until at last the
carriage stopped, and mamma stepped
nut, Polly following,with wide-open eyes
Is papa down there in the ground
mammal" asked the wondering child.
mo, darling" answered the swee
voice, as the hands busily arranged
the pretty flowers. Papa is away up II
the blue sky. where the dear Jesus iv e!
Aud by and by Polly and mamma viii
COUP there todand live with him."
"But, MAMMA and the blue eyes wer'
full Of wonder; ''if papa is way up I'M
sky, how can he get'e pity towers
Will he fly down out o heaven?''
mo, Polly, papa will not get tn
flowers at all, and he does not wan
them. But we put them where he i
buried to show how much we loved him
:. Do you understand, dear?''
:" Polly did not answer. She was look
ing far awayAt the: skies and mamma die
mot try to recall her attention, thinking
to helself: 'Never mind If she doe
r not understand now, she will sometime,
But Polly was not satisfied, and sh
crept away, and, taking up Jerusha, sh'
whispered in that young .lady's ear
A'rusha, l don't see. how papa can de
p!' ty Towers way up IN c sky. finl
ed h. ito come way, way down. and b.
ely II. I'd. What you fink bout il
Zrusha?"
Jerusha appeared not to have an,
= decided opinion, and, after little NOR
lingering among the grassy hillocks
mamma, Polly and erusha drove slowI,
=, :, home ward, mamma thinking CT the dea
lost one. Polly of the mysterious question
which puzzled her So much-how pap
was to come down out of heaven for tn
flowers they had brought him.
Once at home, mamma went to Ii
down! for the morning had been a har,
one for her; and Polly and Jerusha wer
left alone in the. yard. But somcthin,
was on the childs mind. She could no
play and even her beloved dolly failed t,
awaken any interest and lay neglected OF
the ground.
Suddenly Polly seemed to have new
thought, and, snatching her favorite from
the ground, she said, in an exultan
voice:
"Z'rusha Zane! l know what I'll do
My papa wants all e pity Towers VI
taxed to him, and he hasn't dot any LITTLE
dirl up in heaven to send down after 'en
an I'm a-doin' to take 'em to him.
zee place way of, where I can step RICH,
into heaven; an you an me, we'll go an
sprize papa wiz the pity things. Won1
he be glade Want to go, z rusha2'
OF course, Jerusha did want to 60. Sc
Polly tucked her snugly under her arm
and, putting her little straw hat on the
back Of her curls,t the pair started off.
Now" said Polly, first, we'll 20 an
Diet all e towers dat mamma mad in e
morning, an take 'em wiz US. l fink
this is e way"
And off she ran way up to the north
road.
The May sun was very warm and bright
and the small feet, trudging through the
dust, were very hot and tired. But thei,
patient owner went bravely on, until
nature could endure no more; and, with 8
weary little sigh, she sat down on the
grass by the roadside, and remarked .tc
her companion that ut was such a velly
long walk where the towers were, she
finked they'd better take some yellow
ones right here, an papa d like it jes AZ
we'll"
Jerusha, being an obliging young LADY,
thought it would probably suit quite a.
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