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
ol her Sunday school lingo, L reckon.
Any way, her little crutches was there
handy, and 1 would bring her great
loads o daisies and them yaller things
'',.' s"..l. ...o Y.s.S... caiIed em
weeds, but she said they was golden
rods. She'd string the daisies into long
chains, and tie the Others up in posies.
She always called me 'Uncle Rod for
short. My right name is Roderick. But
after that she never called mo anything
but Golden Rod, and reckon &c was
all on account Of them flowers. Never
mind, sissy Don't feel bad. You
needn't sell me your flowers IL you dent
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: "Oh, 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 10 make
her get well, mammal The child was
fast becoming hystcrica. The next cor
ner was their stopping place, aud her
neither hurried her oil the car
Just ~ 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 u great snort on
big, red bandanna to make believe he
wasn't crying, aud then he whispered
softly, under his breath, ''God bless the
Cnid!"
but the pathos of this little incident
was to find yet further expression. A
moment later there was IL little jolt, the
quick scream Of II child, aud the sound
oI II mans voice, SWEARING horribly.
"L"ok sharp! yc little imp!" he yelled
rs he pulled up his horses with II 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 tho
cd"c Of the heavy wheel. 1t was "a mere
tot this time.
"lIcbbcus aud carf," she screamed.
'Isc all runurd obCr, an Eic muddcr's
losted!' she added, with another yell
thut 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 soothc her with
kindly words. A crowd began to
gather aud she walled yet louder still.
"I tells you me mudder's lost an Pm all
runued ober! 1 wants Iuc muddcr!"
she screamed, with both fists jammci
tightly in her eyes. The tears were
washing white strcaks on the grimny
little face, and fluffy tcrlrils of tangled
gold stnycd about her temples
"Wcll, never mini! Don't cry, baby,
but cone with me and well find your
MOTHER" said the big Kind hearted
policeman, willie he tcndcrly liftcd the
wccniny child aud got OH the cur. IIo
took the seat just vacated by the little
girl who had carried the flowers, and
tried 10 comfort the poor war by show
ing her the big brass buttons ON his coat
anl 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 muddcrl want my
m'rider" Everybody thought what a
pretty child she would be if her face
were only clean. Her startled eyes were
like two big purple pansies IN her hair
the color of marigold. The man with
the flowers conldn't stand it any longqv!
-le-- -Aadl-stHrcri-h -nt M advertisements
on the opposite side of the car without
blinking To keep the tears baci, and now
he thrust the shining coin into the .:rimy
hand Of the poor walr
Take it, sis, AMI don't cry," he said.
'icll the copper yer name, and he'll take
you To yer mar. Poor thing! reckon
she wants you as bad rs YOU wlnL her,
AMI she's cryin' her eyes out about You
this blcSsid minute. Take the dollar
home to her and tell her to buy yc some
little shoes. She'll have you back all
safe an sound. But my little gals mar,
that fm tlkin' these flowers to-" hp
added, sally, as he stopped the car,
''w"nt have her back again, no more,
forever. r."-Neo York Ne,os