Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-21

every fiber and it gained new strength. And oas
| day in the spring two little country birds wL5
lost themselves luttered and twittered on
of its boughs.
Zone might build nest here if there were
leaves one of them chirped. ITS verg
strange to find the country here. I think
must be the country. We might be quite safe.
"Oh, shall have more leaves, - trembled the
hawthorne tree, though they did not understand
it. 81 am so happy that feel sure / shall have
more leaves, and perhaps-oh, perhaps 1 may
even blossom
And as the days became warmer it did begin Q,
have more leaves, and more every day unit. t.-
birds began to fly to it whenever they wanted 90
twitter and rest and preen their feathers AMI
the rector passing by one dav with his Sife stood
beneath it and looked up with pleasant smile.
has 's ou RRG ~ he o'u sa fd"'no'9 . Ia,
gEUTSR quite s, young tbsra again soma And ta
How delighted the childen will be to see then.
The little lame boy told me the other day he had
never seen tree with flowers on it, And De
laid his hand on its rough bark quite tenisrIy.
II am so happy" whispered the hawthorne
tree. 1.-The birds rest in my branches and OBJ,
grass and ell the flowers and leaves M
friends; even the little flags and water reeds ID
the little lake whisper and rustic kind things 90
me. And the little children play about mo ln-
their faces are quite bright. Oh, am glad
tried to live; I am happy again.
The rector did not hear, of course. He though,
little breeze was passing, and he lifted his b..
to enjoy its GOODNESS.
Il think I shall put one Of the seats under
it, he said. THE children are so fond Of D.
they are always clustering about it,
And he had the seats put there and have
seen them, for as have written at the head OF The
page. this is the quite true storyIof hawthorne
tree at least think it is the story the hawthorne
tree would tell if it could speak. The rector
took not so long ago and showed me MS
beautiful, wonderful, little peoples garden.
and as walked about the paths and looked Ii
the fresh, bravely growing flowers and bushes
and plants, he told me how horrible a place 4.
had once been, and how he had formed the , Ian
to rescue and transform it from hideols
plague spot gatheEing all evil and loathsole
things about It, TO q quiet, bright nook where
the poor people could come and find beautl!l.,
simple nature even in their dirty East End.
And he showed me the shaded seats and
the Bath chairs. CT which he had two or
three, so that the ill and helpless ones
might be brought from their sitting
garrets and cellars and drawn to the dear lite
garden, and rest there aud breathe the purer air
and watch the leaves moved by the summer
wind. And !. was then he showed me the ha|-
thorne tree and told me it had been there since
there had been fields about it, and all through
the long years when it was surrounded only yy
heaps Of filth and garbage. And / could 40.
help but love and pity it.
''Ab, " | said. ''how happy it must be ana
how surprised to find the grass growing about }.
again 1t must feel as if it was once more in Ias
country. What soriowful years it must have
lived through and what story it could tell.
wish it could tell it to meI''
And as did not know the true language ana
it could not tell it to me, tried tell 1t 10 NY
self, and SO have tried to tell it TO you.