Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1884-02-28
WILD ASTERS.

1t was a very charming little shop
ping bag, and Sadie had wanted such
an one for q long time. When she dis
covered it on her dressing table her
birthday morning, it pleased her
than all her other presents combined,
though some were far more valuable.
Later in the day she said to her
mother:
Nov, mother, You know-and if
you don't, / do--that the very first
time / carry this bag I'll leave it m
where, as sure as sin"
YES; but, Sadie, you're old enough
to be more careful"
very true, mother, but then I'm
not; and / never shall be, | very much
fear"
Perhaps if you lose this ii viii be a
lesson You will remember"
But L don't intend to lose it, even if
/ do leave it; fx / mean to have my
full address engraved on this silver
plate, instead of simply initials"
She had it engraved that afternoon,
and displaying it In triumph, said,
There, mother! see that Vow he
who runs may read: Sadie M. Farm
ham, Pleasantville, Maine.
Eyes, perhaps somebody will read it
whom you won't wish to- responded
the mother sagely.
Gsn r hall Braxx ALu% rtIa &<wa~I go
VIXEN 4 carry Il
The last Of September she went to
visit her most intimate friend, Laura
McOuisten. lately married, and living
In Ohio. Laura's former home had
been in Sadie's own village: and know
ing Laura fondness for the Wild Pur-
| PIE Aster which bordered all their road
sides, Nesting beside the Golden-rod,
she gathered a large bunch Of them to
carry to her friend, with but II gor-
geous spray of Golden rod in their
midst.
Her brother Harry found a pleasant
seat for her in the car, and handing her
the bag and flowers, he said.
"Therel these are almost equal 10 O
big box, little box, bandbox and bun
die
Now Harry you know father says
I'm o finished traveller. Inever burden
myself or any one else with luggage
You'll get sick enough of those
flowers before you get there they'll be
all withered, any way
mo, they won't: for / shall put fresh
water on the cotton every little while"
Here are your tickets. Take care
of yourself, and don't get into ii
scrapes. Good bye little sis; remem-
Der me to Laura"
The car was empty save for a few
passengers behind Sadie, whose faces
she could not see. She loved dearly to
study faces, herself unobseryed. and
began to wish the car would fill mn.
1t did with q rush at the next station.
every seat 0 o being fab. Just as she
was wondering who would occupy the
seat with her. q rather elderly
lady, with a slightly troubled
expression, entered the car and
looked anxiously mp and down the rows
OF seats. She approached Sadie some
what timidly, but Sadie lifted the flow
ers from the seat beside her and said
brightly, "You can sit here il you like.
madam" The iady-that she was q
lady was written all over her, though
evidently unused to travelling alone
thanked her with a very relieved face
and sat down beside her. The lady's
eyes fell at once to the flowers and lin
gered there. Sadie, who was watching
her new travelling companion, saw from
the half-tender smile which curved her
lips, and the distracted, dreamy look on
her face, that she was far away from
her present surroundings and busy with
memories which the Asters and Golden
rod had stirred. As she looked np with
a half sigh, Sadie said "You love flow.
ers?"
20 very muchl Wild ones paticu.
larry. / used to gather such as those
when / was a little girl. / used to trim
my sun-hat with them, and up by the
old school house on the hill my girl,
hoods friend and / had a plot OF them
walled round with stones, I hayen'
seen them in years before, my home
having been in the far Vest
" ] am taking these to a friend whose
fayoritc flowers they used to be; ba,