The Dawson journal., 1883-04-19


lonely, empty life in which there seem
] Ell nothing to do. nothing to live for
and 50 little to make her happy! All
day she hal been wishing so for iIst
a few sweet iower9 10 carry to the
church which loving hands we're max
ing beautifu, as best they could but
IN that home, barren within as without
there was not bud or blossom, and
Clara could only think sadly Of former
days and other Easter ewes, foreetfal
that Gods choicest flowers grow in the
hearts Of bis children. and waft to him
a sweeter perfume than any that bless
our earth.
Utterly dispirited, she wandered
round and round tho neglected old
pard till Veried out at last, she sat
dowa beneath a friendly looking tree
gazing listlessly about her Oh for a
message from some one who loved her
the lonely little heart kept saying, bat
/ the wistful thought brought only a
| helpless sigh in response
Only a little distance from where
Clara sat lay large rough stone, and
as her eve wandered aimlessl Y about
it CHANGED to rest there just at the mo-
ment that shy lirtle ground-squrrel
darted past her, aud disappeared so
suddenly that she felt sure it must
have home burrowed beneath the
stone Qlickly the iesire seized her
TO investigate the matter for herself,
and glad Of any diversion from her
sad thohghts' eagerly she sought a
stick strong enoogn for lever to help
her carry out her desire Once, twice,
with all her strength she tried in vain
to prv M the heavy stone, but dis
heartened bv the weakness Of her own
little hands, shs was about to give MP
the attempt, when, with one more
earnest etFer', she felt it yield some.
what, aud the hext moment it rolled
heavily away.
Bat no squirrels nest was there, nor
any traca 81 the little fugitive; what
thea could there he TO make Clara
to start forward suddenly, aud Their
with clasped hands stand motionless
There several inches below the earth's
surface in little groove as though dag
for the purpose, 'bIoonad all alone
beautiful fragrant hyacinth With
half uttcrsl crg Of astonishment, she
droopet pom aer knees. gazing upon
the loveiv flower as though it were an
apparat'an from another world Aud
well might any eyes look long and
wondering upon 1T How ooull it
have cnme there far n--ay from all tic
sister ao7ers, beneath that heavy
stone, shut away in silence and dark
ness, vet living on for Gods eve acme
and pn;ting forth its tender blossoms
of royal hue Did that deep purple
tint tell Of any silent sorrow! If so,
the soft fragrant breath spoke also Of
peace and contentment Had it felt
and trusted Gods sure love and prom
ise through all the lonely gloom! ! Then
not in vain had it waited, FOR now,
least expecting, had not the stone been
rooled away, and upon the gentle flow
er stree.med in the golden sunlight,
and the spring air kiSsa it tenderlv.
Kneelnc there beside it, lost in
thought, Clara remained motiouIess,
her he,rt throbbmg with eager joy
Was this not truly message fro n
God, the God who, if caring for this
tender flower thronch all It's lonely
life, could surely never cease to love
and esre for her. Did it not seen as
thonga he had sent this his ow1 flow
er. jus5 to comfort her. and perhaps %
ro with her to his own house on the
morrow, where all hearts werr to be
gIaddened by the thoughts # that 9th
er stone rolled away to admit the sun
light Of his eternal love
"Oh, beautiful Eyaclnth, dear lii!
tie Hyacinth how little did yon dream
that you would BE- among the EAsteY
flowers y cried Clara, yielding to he
happy fancy that the bloss ms could
hear and understand but voice be-
side her suddenly recalled her to re
atty.
"What have you there my little
friend -
Clara started, aud sprang quickly TO
his feet, bit was a once herself again
as she met the ploasan, face aud kad
ly eyes regarding her Intnitively she
felt il mast be the new minister who
hal come up behind her, unheard.
Goa, SIT, is il not wonderful - she
cried only see the beautiful flower
that has blos'omod here all alone be-
meath this stone -
With quite as much astonishmout,
the stranger, too looked upon the by
acin h, and with a glance inlo the face
OF the lit,s girl, he seemed at oaco TO
read the happy thoughts that filed her
heart.
II am sure God has sent it to me as
an Easter git!'
VITA an almost reverential toaoh,
lhe good rau ctrefuiig ll ell the Gos-
er with It's raj roots uiDjured, from
be chnging soil, while Clara has ened
in search Of an empty flower crocS-
And ylu can picture h9y happiness
op the FOL. wing day, wheu, iuriag all
the service, her eyes turned cons antly
to rest up taat very flower nesting
amid gre vines, aud her almost
tremb ug interest, when, taking for
his txt, "anl the stone was rolled
away, tie minister told anew the sto-
{, Of tie Ressaereotjou and, pointing
60 tie gentle hJacinth, made his ser
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