The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1891-12-18

could look clean across the Sound on to
tie blue hills wey over in Connecticut.
She called it her Land OF Beulah. Some
of her Sunday school lingo, 1 reckon.
Any way, her little crutches was there
handy, and L would bring her great
loads o daisies and them yaller things
that smell like pizen. l called 'em
weeds, but she said they was golden
rods. She'd string the daisies into long
chains, and tie the others up in posios.
She always called me uncle Rod for
short. My right name is Roderick. But
after that she never called me anything
but Golden Rod, and 1 reckon it was
all on account of them flowers. Never
mind, sissyi Don't feel bad. You,
needn't sell me your flowers if you dcn't
want to-"
BY this time, the little girl was crying
hard. Her mothers arm held her close,
but with an irresistible impulse she sob
bed out: ooh, mister! can't sell you
the flowers, but want to give them to
you for little Rosie! Here, take them
all, and, Oh, dear, hope she won't die!
Can't the doctor do something TO make
her get we'll, manma!" The child was
fast becoming hystcrical. The next cor
ner was their stopping place, and her
mother hurried her off tue car.
Just rs she was passing out, an old
fellow in the corner seat, stretched forth
his hand and touched the hem of her
simple, brown dress. AS he did so, he
blew his nose with great snort on a
big, red bandanna to make believe he
wasn't crying, and then he whispered
softly, under his breath, "God bless the
cnild"
But the pathos of this little incident
was to find yet further expression. A
moment later there was little jolt, the
quick scream Of a child, aud the sound
Of II mans voice, swearing horribly.
"Look sharp! ye little imp! he yelled
as he pulled up his horses with sudden
jerk. A little child lay close beside tho
track. Its rag OF hat was crushed
upon the rail, and the skirt of its calico
frock had been cut clean in two, by the
edge of the heavy wheel. 1t was mere
tot this time.
"lIcbbens aud earf," she screamed.
"'se all runned obcr, an re mudder's
losted!' she added, with another yell
that might have aroused tue dead. A
policeman came over from the corner to
see what the row was about. The child
was too little to club aud so he took her
in his arms and tried to soothe her with
kindly words. A crowd began to
gather and she walled yet louder still.
Il tells you me mudder's lost an Pm all
runued ober! 1 wants me mudderr
she screamed, with both fists jammcd
tightly in her eyes. The tears were
washing white streaks on the grimny
little face, aud fully tcndrils of tangled
gold straycd about her temples.
"Well, never mind! Don't cry, baby,
but cone with me and we'll find your
MOTHER" said the big kind hearted
policeman, while he tenderly lifted the
wecring child aud got Oh the cur. He
took the scat just vacated by the little
girl who had carried the flowers, aud
tried to comfort the poor waif by show
ing her the big brass buttons on his coat
aud promising to buy her some candies.
But all to no purpose. Her poor little
heart was broken, and she could only
cry. 81 want my muddcr! want my
m'dderl Everybody thought what a
pretty child she would be if her faco
were only clean. Her startled eyes were
IKE two big purple pansies an her hair
the color of marigold. The man with
the flowers conldn't stand it any longsrS-
loo ssa'eu Hard at an advertisement
on the opposite side of the car without
blinking to keep the tears back, and now
he thrust the shining coin into the grimy
hand Of thp pnor >yaif
Take it, sis, and don't cry," he said.
"Tell the copper yer name, and he'll take
you to yer mar. Poor thing l reckon
she wants you IA bad as you want her,
and she's cryin' her eyes out about you
this blessid minute. Take the dollar
home to her and tell her to buy ye some
little shoes. She'll have you back all
safe an sound. But my little gals mar,
that Im takin' these flowers to-" he
added, sadly, as he stopped the car,
won't have her back again, no more,
forever. ."-NeIo York NeDs.