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

crooked, and troubled her. 1t said. 'sHe
careth for you" The very fact that it
hung crooked made her keep looking at it,
and then she remembered who said it, and
she wondered if it was true, and half made
up her mind to believe it. What was com
ing down the long ward? Baskets. And
oh, how beautiful they were (! How face
after face turned toward them ! And now
a bouquet, a big one, Of day-lilies-pure,
fragrant day-lilies, not your common flow
ers-was put into her hands. Yes, there
was no dream about it. She clasped them
tightly. All something caught her eye.
A folded paper, almost a wadded parer, it
was rolled so tight:
"DEAR Some OTHER FELLOW If
you have a broken leg, let us shake hands
across the awful chasm, If you broke it
on your last innings, and your fun is up
for the summer, then I'm sorrier yet. You
must bear it patiently CHATS what they
tell me), and eat 5lanc-mange and orange
ice, and let your sister amuse you, and
your mother read to you, and be a good
boy. How much does your iron weigh?
Mines a forty-pounder. Direct jack
Box SO, town, New York"
"Well, WELL" said sister Nellie. that
morning, as she fingered the mail, there's
a letter for just Jack How funny it
looksI'
rs that so?" demanded a voice from the
pillows. "Pass it over"
"DEAR JACK: Yes, I've got a broken
leg, and bet you screamed when yours
was set. l didn't. If you never had
b~lanc-mange and orange-ice, and never saw
your mother and sister, and had groans all
around you, then you could talk. The
lilies are fresh yet; | put salt in the water.
If l was a girl l should cry when they fade.
SEND two punches next time.
''fhere is a poor creature next door who
dries her flowers and geranium leaves, and
puts them up in little bags to keep under
her pillow. And then there was a dread
fully sick girl across the way, and she just
wouldn't let the nurse throw her bouquet
away when it was too withered for any use.
She won't want any more ever again, l
heard them say last night. She died this
morning.
sfWhat do you have on your walls to
look al? We have a big clock that just
crawls, and a blue and red motto that
hangs crooked. 1t says, He eareth for
you.' am roofing the sweet geranium IN
my tumbler for Katrine. We have one
window in OUT rooms where the sun shines
one honr every pleasant day. Is that
enough to make it grow into a plant9
THAT OTHER FELLOW.
''Direct Bed 90, - Hospital, New
York"
doesn't write a very good hand, y unused
Jack. Say, Nell, you just bundle all
these messes into a basket, and send them
off to him."
ITO whom?''
"That other fellow, in bed 20, with a
broken leg, that got the lilies, and I'll send
the whole plot next time. Poor thing3'
he said softly. He was thinking of the
pathetic bags of dry flowers, and the sick
girl in that crowded, dreary ward who
chung to the faded ones, and would never
want any more.
sob, Jack, you can't send orange-ice.
1t would just be a little froth when it got
there
Well, you can send apples, and jelly,
and pears, and eggs for an omelet. 1t must
be ~lonelier than the caves there. And that
blue and red motto hung crooked! And
say, Nell, dom let me forget a book with
pictures"
On the next Monday or Thursday the
occupant in bed 20 did not watch hes slow
old clock or even the motto, but gazed ex-
pectantly at the door. The distributors
were late that morning. How could they
know that a girl in n hospital-ward was
watching for them with eyes that grew
tired in their very eagerness?
When the door opened, there was one
big basket with day-lilies OF the top. 1t
stopped at bed 90. That afternoon, when
the nurse came with the medicine-cups,
she heard the voice say, softly, cts So"
"What is so, Katrine?'' she asked.
Katrine only shook her head; but when
the nurse had gone away she talked it all
over with the lilies.
Eyes, it is so-what it says on the mot
to worked in blue and red. | don't care if
it is crooked. It's true, and | know it"
Jack went down stairs, and on crutches.
He took an outing each day on the piazza.
'I've a great mind to send for him." he
said, one day, right in the midst of a most
interesting story that Nellie was reading.
"Whom? the mar that wrote this
book?'
'No, no; that other fellow. He writes
that they live in two rooms OF a ninth floor
that looks into a court, and he's alone all
day, except a little sister. If the Flower
Mission will do it for me so that he won't
know-fellows like him are so proud, You
know
The family encouraged the idea. They
were rather tired with i%nventing amuse-
ments for their invalid. So the other fell
low came. on her crutches, looking very
pale and weak and i'll, and dressed in a
new gingham that her mother had sat up
nights to help her make, because her nm