The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1888-08-31
THAT OTHER FELLOW.

from under the bright coverlet, and a mus
throw of all the baseball nine, was thrown
energetically above a handsome young
face.
"What is it ?" asked a gentle voice, and
a kind mother-face bent over the pillow,
and in the helplessness of wishing to help,
Strengthened out the afghan and patted up
the pillow a bit. =
II can't stand it, that's all-pinned down
here to a chunk of iron. It's more than a
fellow can bear"
"Mother wishes she could bear it for
you" said the gentle voice, in a tone that
plainly declared she was really at her wits
end for amusement for this restless young
invalid.
"Can you eat a little of the blanc
mange?" suggested the gentle voice,
reaching for a dainty silver server, cor this
orange-iee? Nelly made it ~purposely for
YOU"
"No; I'm sick of messes."
''Think how many people are worse off
than you !" urged grandmamma, solemn
ly, appearing in the doorway. When l
was your age would nave thought it nice,
can tell you, to be shut mp in such a room
as this"
"Your new lawn-tennis suit has been
sent home; would you like to see it ?'
asked his mother, timidly.
"Give it away. The season will be over
before | can use it. feel as if I had lain
here weeks already"
''Think of the Spartans," suggested sis
ter Nellie, over her crocheting. "You
know they just endured and endured and
smiled"
"Bother the Spartans A girl just sits
and fats all day away" and a leg that was
broken stirred u~neasily under the afghan.
'Shall | send for the boys p.
"No; they just dread it. l remember
how We used to talk about such things,
and pat it off on each other"
Just here a light step hurried up the
staircase, and a bright face appeared in the
doorway.
'Heigh-ho, Jack did You ever heal of
the Flower Mission? Come, come; with
all your flower-beds. it's high time you did
something
Jack rolled his head over to look at her,
while a new interest frightened his eyes
and blotted out the discomfort. This breezy
yaraconaa NE a naxu aI1a.ovk -, A. ,;.l-
room. All faces turned toward it as flow
ers lift their petals toward the sunlight.
She was aunt Laura" for all the village
and all the country round, and a dear,
helpful, loving sonl was she, too, with gray
hair and a young heart. She was the one
everybody sent for when there was tron-
BILE that would drive other people away, or
''sorrow too deep for telling
GLOVER Mission ~ repeated Jack.
"Yes, Jack. Don't you remember just
how that modest little sign looks that
swings in front of All-Souls Church ?
That's the place"
"Yes; but who cares ?"
You, of course" very briskly. ''You,
who can bunch flowers better than any
girl | know, and made fun of our Easter
decoration, you rasealp'
Here Jack really smiled; yes, there was
no mistake about it. ''How crazy those
bouquets did look
eyes, yes; but never mind. Give us a
chance to mend our broken hearts, and at
tend to the business in hand"
''How do the posies get there ? and who
knows anything about it? It's girls work,
anyway"
"Not so many questions at once. You
will send a basket of your own arrange
ment to the address given. The express
company will take it free, and send it to
the room where that little signs swings.
There a company of ladies divide them in
to their departments Tor another company
waiting to carry them away. What a
pretty sight it must be on a Monday or
Thursday morning to see that street-cor-
ner in front of All-Souls church ali bright
and fragrant with flowers and happy peo-
pie, for, of course, they are happy. One
division star. for the hospitals, another for
the Home of the Aged, another for indus
trial and ragged schools, and so forth"
"What do these creatures want with
flowers ?" demanded Jack, humping his
pillow as a vent for Impotence. 'Starv-
ing to death, and ask for food, and get a
-dahlia, likely. / wonder if anybody ever
is mean enough to send them a dahlia."
''They are not starving, Jack; not liter
ally starving, only as they must get heart
hungry for the loving attentions that fill
our sick-rooms, and you just try it. Ihaye
felt ever since | heard about it that some
one in this place so near New York ought
to help it on, and you are inst the one to
start a new ball rolling"
And with this Aunt Laura rose to go.
There was always so much to do Nellie
said that Aunt Laura last words were like
a wcman's MISREPRESENTATION the best
of all, and the gist of the whole matter.
~"By-the-by, Jack, write a note and tuck
it down in the flowers. Be a committee of
one on comfort. You can speak from
's3erience' as Dinah said. Goodbye"
1t was q long, crowded ward and a trifie
dreary, as free wards in hospitals are apt to
r "a