Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-02-07

MINT VIVA. seemed TO her but f.,p n,ia,,. -
. ~ e'' ki'e was conscious again sLe sas,
,'a' something lay between her f;noa,s
n "a7 ''er own precious bunch of flowers
, now quiekIyit had wilted, though ~
s'iei 70 ~ her hand. but could not On,
was AFRAID she had done wrong even ~
~ pnt no one was needing her. Two
bed. near her
She was 50 lame, poor dear. she cor,a
ho' run And the great draw horse
knocked her down and the wheel ra,,
over her." ee' ran
How terrible!"
The little humpback bow did bis hoe,
t. save her, but he ran m too lasa es !,
was a plucky thing, anyhow"
ne seems very fond of her--it will,
break his heart il she dies
flush! lest she should hear you.n
Mlily had heard il ALL 1t searcelv 90.
lected her, nevertheless; scarcelv seen,aa
TO concern her. in fact.
was this manned, motionless thing Or,
I'M, I'M hospital bed herself, Milly, the clever
nttie needlewoman? Was il she who
nau aweit opposite the florists Window
one opened her eyes yet wider: it seemed
little lighter now Was this tbe hos
Pitah She had often wondered what a
hospital might be like There were neo'
PIE mere who sighed and groaned around
her; she had not noticed them befora
~ tred her to r7atch them now. had
they all been run over in the street2 eh,,
mafveled. What sad, sad faces! What
room full of paint
oieah IL was everywhere. with tidv
white bedclothes and whitewashed walls
and the sunshine coming in so that her
head ached; she had never been usod to
much light or air. Nor to STRANGERS
strange faces, strange voices. All, where
was little Jim? And had he really come
to her in her danger?
Inc Tears began to trickle slowly down
the childs pale cheeks.
"What is it, DEAR" asked the nurse
Jim" said Milly, with quiverinp Inns
"oh, my little Jimmy own little Jim!r
HE shall come to you-presently-
yes, very soon. will give the order
now"
The nurse murmured something IN an.
other nurse
"Of course; there is no time to lose =.
was the answer
But Milly heard not this.
The nurse returned.
"Shall read to your she asked care
you in too much pain to isten?"
mo, read" said MiIly, gently. "only
let it be about flowers"
About flowers, dear?"
"Yes-about flowers" returned the
child, dreamingly. Are there flowers
in heaven"
Surely. And we know that it is Gods
garden. He gamers them there-even
eie poorest child flowers of this earth"
Then there was cry.
"Oh, Milly, Milly! Oh! you will not
die! Oh, promise me that you'll not diet"
1t was Jim-Jim who had pressed close
to the bed, who was sobbing as if his
heart must burst He stretched out his
little wan hands. The doctor held him
back and sought to quiet him. The
weary occupants Of other beds raised
themselves up and tried to see tine two
children
Milly moved as much as she was able.
A gray shadow had passed over her face.
making it almost unacceptable, and
sharp anguish distorted her features.
Was this death? She knew not-she had
no time to think. Only for him-onlv
for Jim, the poor, homeless, friendless
little crossing sweeper, he who had risked
his own life for her-Milly's very temples
throbbed with tumultuous thoughts.
"Oh, Milly, speak" cried the boy in
agony. "Why couldn't die for your
Il am glad" murmured Milly's lips
TREMENDOUSLY.
But I'm not, Oh, it's cruel of you to
be glad when I'm so sorry! Oh, hate,
hate, hate myself, that | couldn't save
you. If had only been stronger"
Hush, hush" said the doctor and the
nurse.
"Hush" seemed to say an invisible
presence.
The young girls head had fallen back
upon the pillow; the pain was passing
out of her face She turned yet more
toward her little friend.
"Oh, JIM" she gasped, dear Jim,"
and then more family still THE flowers
the tiowers-think, Jim, in heaven the
fowers-never-die!'
They let the little, ragged boy fling
himself upon her now. Nothing could
hurt her now, any more than it could
cure her. or bring her back to thought,
and speech, and love. Nor could any
thing alter or mar the tender radiance
of the dead girls face.-Lady Lindsay
in Temple Bar