, 1890-06-12
HIGHWAY And BYWAY.
Glimpses of Human Nature
IN Spokane.
A TRIBUTE OF WILD FLOWERS
Children Made Old and Careworn
Before Their Time-Some
Pretty Touches.
Written for the REviEw.I

NOtWltlistdfilihB tbo iunNV "hN
strife for wealth u little sentiment
manages to filter through the crust
Of worldliness occasionally; enough
to prove that all the romance has
not died out of our lives, that deep
deep down In our hearts, buried,
perhaps, beneath the debris Of busy
life, there is something truer, finer
than the love of money.
A few days ago, in one OF the
humblest of humble cottages, a
young girl lay dead. One of those
homeless, friendless waits that are
drifted hlther and thither by adverse
circumstances till they drift into the
grave or something worse. Kindly
hands had made her decent for the
grave, a pauper's grave, but there
were no flowers; nothing to Indicate
the 'last lingering touch of loving
fingers"
a few OF tho "ragged edge" of hui
manity had gathered for last look.
The undertaken, screwdriver In
hand, stood ready TO close the coffin
lid, when two rough laboring men
passing by paused fora moment,
then joined the little group. One OF
them carried cluster OF wild roses.
Standing with uncovered head aud
reverent air beside the open coffin,
gently and tcnderly he laid the
flowers upon the lifeless breast, then
silently withdrew.
That was nothing?
Well; perhaps 1t was nothing, but
some day we shall hear II sung In
the grand chorus of the music OF
the spheres,n some day, when we
have passed 'over the border" we
shall see those simple flowers bloom
ing In Immortality.
az don't know how to make Win
nie's cloakn said pretty young
mother to a friend as they stood be-
fore the counter of a fashionable dry
goods store.
"Why don't you make 1t like
Lulu's? It's the latest out, and j
think it's just so lovely, and so
cute, 'and she thrust forward small
monstrosity In black (think of black
on mere baby, an exaggerated
copy of u child's fashion plate.
The other looked alternately at
the little disiigured one and the wee
fairy in the perambulator at her
side, then with u laugh replied:
"No, l don't believe I'd like II for
Winnie. She can be a baby but
once, and | intend to keep her IA
baby, even In appearance, just as
long as | can. Time enough to look
like an atiquated grandmother
when she gets to he one, and this
wise, sensible little mother gathered
up her parcels and departed.
Now, almost any pleasant day
you may see this dear wee bit Of
ieminimnity,in the daintiest Of baby
toilets, taking her constitutional,
lovable, kissable rosebud of o baby,
some day to blossom into a charm
ing woman.
VIII she ever be an 'antiquated
| think not.
love to imagine her growing old
beautifully, youth always In her
heart, and wearing with graceful
even when her hair Is
dainty gowns suggestive of
spring and apple blossoms.
#~s
"Yow-ow-ow-yah-ah ab -o-o-G-rep
In most unesrthly yell, was what
revery | was indulging
In while taking a walk one after
las week.
turned to learn the cause of the
a small girl, possibly
3 years old, and IA fat, clumsy, chunk
Of boy, perhapstwo years younger,
were standing beside IA small pool
made by the recent rain.
so, mister,h said the girl, won't |
you lit Tommy over the puddle?'
"Why don't you go round IL"
replied.
"Cause Tommy don't want to. |
He'll 20 through If ] don't carry
him over, and he's so heavy 1 can't,
an ii he wndcs through it he'll get
feet wet an take cold, an like as
not have the Group. He had the
courp once awful an most died"
"Boo-oo-boO-ooW
'There, don't cry, Tommy. Don't
you see, the gentleman's going TO
carry you over. Now, amt that
nice?n
| lifted the youugster over, and
was about to turn away when the
girl spoke again.
mister have you got a pin?"
rommy's lost the pin out of his
shawl, an | can't make 1t stay
close round his neck 'thout a pin,
an Pm iraid he'll get cold an have
the Group if don't"
After some searching founda n pin.
Then this motherly little lass deity
drew the shawl close and secured It
| resumed my interrupted walk,
muslng OH the porversity of human
nature, masculine human nature ia
particular, which,
"Now-ow-ow w-yah-ah-owW
Again | turned to see what was
he trouble. The two stood beside a
mall pile of broken rocks. "Now,
Tommy the girl was saying, "just
zee how easy sister climbs over them.
,, just come up here, we can see the
liver; and o, there's n boat, hurry
fore it's gone"
"How-ow w-ow-yah ahW
"Well then, let's run and see
who'd get round first. o, here's
ome strawberry flowers, an there'll
,e Strawberries here bime bye. See,
put II great big stone to
mark the place so we can find 'em
when they're ripe"
"Yow-ow-ow-yah-ah-a-h."