St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-11-06
A CHILD':5 WISH.
Pride and Poverty Mingle Around
Dying Boys Pansies.

Pride and Poverty Mingle Around
Dying Boys Pansies.
Chicago Inter Ocean
i was dusk. A cool twilight had
fallen Upon the hot city after day of
insuiferable heat. The sur famed
through golden mist. The breeze. like
a caTess. crept through the trees; the
roar OF the city was like the groWl of a
wakened lion LII the park a pair of
lovers strolIed Up and down, O)liylous
to all the world in their innocent pas
si0n She wore cluster of pans:eS at
her belt. Half dozen yards away sat
a Woman ana il Child on IL bench, two
pathetic instances of humanity born
only to poverty and squalor. Mother
ana child they were. the child an intaii
tile reproduction Of its mother, with
that weird. uncanHy effect that prema-
turt are always makes.
lie was bat four years Oln. She was
Old III suffering, IL experience, III I'M
rtqu ted love and hope that haIt long
since turned to despair. Inc Guild W; !,
already old in his Inheritance Of . u
these. IItrtdlty bad done its work 'lIlv
lovers came back and walked near them.
Yes, dear" she said. ''yuu see now
we'll | can manage everything. We
snail live like Il king and queen" As
She spoke she took one or the pansieS
from her belt and fastened it in her
lovers coat. lie Dire " her back iGto the
shade OF a tree and kissed her g Lickiy.
They passed on.
Mamma" said the boy ia inlly.
'hYnat is it, .darliiG?' said the mOth-
er, drawing him closely to Ter breast
and bending tenderiy over him.
''.Aalana, | WlHt some flowers like
the lady has on
His eyes gittered with unnatulal
li-ht.
A neayy dew lay in greatd drops on his
almost transparent SKIN. The mothers
heart gave great thr0b.
dearest. 1 VIII get you some tOmor-
row."
But, mamma. | wantslIlem now"
"DeH -c!iid, there are none here. to
gttfer YETI" |a Is
The boy walled. e
II only bad some flowers like the
lady"
he lovers were coming back.
He was looking tenderly in her eyes.
How clever yuu are. he was saying
admiringly. "lf all Other women were
like you.'
Il beg you TO forgive me, but my hoy
is sick; he has been sick Il long time.
He wants flowers and cannot get them
for him. | would lrjt ask you Tor them
tor myself-but my boy. Lii you
would"
The mothers accents died away She
ciaSped her hands with all eloquent, i'm
paSsUIrd gesture.
The girLQuiciily took the flowers from
her belt ana handed them to tne woman.
VITA sudden impulse the young man
took his solitary flower from his coat
and offered it also.
y 90 are Thousand times welcome
sad tie girl. gracioa,ly.
he lovers passed on with an in
creased tenderness in their hearts. The
mother sped back TO her boy with fran
tie eagerneSS.
Paul. Paul" she cried. '.nere are
YOUR flowers. The lady has given them
10 you.'
The blootlless little hand, as frail as
a Saowdrop, claSped the flowers lam
guilty.
Pretty flowers" he nurmured. A
sudden icy terror frOzc the mothers
veins.
Paul. Paul" she said in a hoarse,
convuiSivc whisper
she child did not answer. The ''pretty
flowers were still clutched tightly by
the oloodless little fingers, which now
looked thinner than ever, but he would
never see their beauty again. There
was faint smile on his lips. caused
perhaps, by things more beautiful than
the pretty flowers he had wanted so
much.
A few steps away the lovers were
laughing again, wiIle the breeze, like
careSs, crept through the trees. and
the roar OF the city was like the growl
OF q wakened lion.