Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-11-03
FLOWERS.

Or near one, where they have Flower
Mission!' sighed Alice, as she looked
into the heart of a white rose and took
q long sniff of its perfume. She had
been hearing and reading about this
beautiful charity and had warmed at
the thought of sending light into dark
places and happiness to those to whom
little but sorrow ever came. She was
talking to herself on her way to school.
sit such sweet, beautiful way of
doing good-nothing unpleasant or
hard about it. I'd have the grandest
garden! all pinks and roses and pansies
and geraniums. And heliotrope and
mignonette, too-yes, there'd have 70
be something understanding in every
bunch. I'd send basket-fulls every
dayn'
"Oh-h-h, how pretty!'' said a voice
very near as she passed. She had gone
little out of her way to leave mes.
sage at the tumble-down row of houses
in one of which lived the washer
woman. In the window next to hers
was pale, thin little face looking out
did you speak to me?" asked Alice,
looking up.
"No-I only thought them was real
pretty" said the owner of the face
pointing with hand just as thin to the
flowers.
care you sick?'
L was burnt, long, long time
ago"
Alice saw that her other hand was
bandaged and that there was scar on
one side OF the poor face. She re1hem-
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being terribly burnt. months ago it
seemed to her, as indeed it was. How
Alice's heart went out in tenderest
sympathy as she thought of what weary
days of suffering she must have worn
through since.
"Here," she said, "don't you want
these?"
A little color came into her cheeks as
Alice placed them in her hand. She
had no more time to wait, but noddino
and saying: TN bring you some more
If you like them gave her message
and ran on to school.
Going around that way as she went
home in the afternoon she saw only one
rose and bud of those she had given.
on the window-sill stuck in an old
bottle.
81 give the rest of 'em to the poor
body next door," said little Maggie,
''she don't have nobody to be good to
her, you see!''
The next morning Alice left home
early. having her mothers permission
to call on Maggie. She now went into
her room. and how her heart sunk at
sight of its discomfort. The air was
close and sitting from having been oc-
cupied all night, and the cook-stove in
the shed behind added its heat to that
of the summer sun. Dirt and disorder
seemed to have taken up their abode
here and found themselves at home.
Alice's bright face and bright flowers
seemed to bring freshness with them.
Look" she said, 'spve brought you
this to put your flowers in, you must
keep ii for your own
She showed pretty little vase, one
of the treasures of her dollhouse. 1t
had cost her something of struggle to
bring it, but she had remembered that
the real spirit of giving always includes
self-denial-some giving up of what is
dear to ones self-and had begun to re-
feet that the mere giving of flowers of
which she had plenty, or any other
''sweet beautiful way of doing good, I"
was not the Master way. She sat down
by the bed from which Maggie had not
yet Sisen to be helped to her all-day seat
by The window.
Do you know that all these pretty
flowers mean something's
Maggie shook her head with an energy
which seemed to say she did not know
very much, indeedl
Well-Im going to tell you-they
all say something to us if we only know
what it is; mamma told me. Here's a
neliotrope; just smell it. that means: /
love YOU This darling little pansy-
see how it seems to BE- smiling up at YOU
it says: Think of me- Now these
roses mean a good many things, some
mean beauty, and some gra e; and one
kind of rose means proud. This violet
means love. too-a good many flowers
have love for meaning"
Little Maggie burst into such laugh
that her mother peeped in i'm wonder to
see what was the matter.
AN indadeE it's many a long day
since I've heard such sound from the
chiltr' she whispered to herself.
81 didn't know flowers cou d talk"
laughed Maggie, as Alice went on:
This sweet briar means sympathy
that, you know, is when people are sor-
~ for you when you're sick or sorry.
And here's bit of mignonette, that
smells sweet, too, and it says-I don't
remember just the words mamma told
me but it's all the sape as: You look
ever so nice but you're ever so much
nicer than you look
That's Just like you," said Maggie,
looking earnestly into her little visitors
face as her mother came with her break
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