Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-08-04
ANGEL.
The Peculiar Story of a Boys
Unique Pet.

The mother Cdll ouu SiSpA
shrill over the long
garden where the convolvulus bells
were closing, and the nasturtiums
nodded their yellow heads, and reached
the ears of a little boy who was play
ing ''all by his lonesome in the old.
fashioned summer-house at the foot ot
the garden.
U1'ummin'. mamma" came back the |
ouicl answer, and Mrs Pond, Davys
mother. went back to her pleasant
sittinp-room and the company of a
neighbor who had called.
"Hes strange child Davy is" said
the mother
This was no gossip she was talking
to. and it was a relief to speak OF
DAVIS peculiarities to one who would
listen to her and aid her by advice or
svmpathy. The child's father looked
upon his fears as the expression of
rank heresy. His Davy-his little man!
There never was such a boy in the
world-none as bright and companion
able. At the same time the father
knew that his boy was not quite like
other children, or why would he prefer
to play alone rather than with the lit
tle ones of the neighborhood.
yes" Mrs. Pond was saying, he
talks to himself nearly all the time,
I can hear him in the arbor, and
have stolen down there often, but he
was always alone, playing with the
leaves, or talking in low voice, And
he has hallucinations. / know 1T, be-
cause he talks in his dreams OF play
felloxy he calls Angel
perhaps" suggested the neighoor'
cautiously, che really does see the an
rels. I read in book once story of
an old lady who had died but couldn't I
rest in her grave because she had hid
den her will, and her neice, to whom
her money was left, could not find 1t.
So she came back to earth to try and
show her where the will was. Inc
girl could not see her, but walked
through and through her, but the dog
could see her, and the child in the
cradle. and it reached out its hands to
her"
.'That," said Davy's mother, sis only
a book story. l couldn't believe 1T II i
tried"
al believe that there are influences
we do not know how toreceive," said
the other woman; some are born OF
flame, some of flesh and some OF the
spirit. Perhaps Davy is under con
troll; he may have Visions"
At that moment the little fellow
came running in. He was pretty
boy, but not healthy-looking. His
soft, curling hair lay in rings on pale
high forehead A blue mark, said te
predict early death, lay between his
delicate brows The same blue ap
pearance Sc tiled about his mouth. H'
painted with the exertion of running.
Mrs. Pond looked meaningly at he
friend and bega u to question the chile
in the lingo of mothers.
Where has Davy beenT"
"Playin' wifi Angel
'sWhy doesn't Davy bring Ange
home?"
'Angel won't come"
Where does Angel go when Dav
comes in the house,"
"Davy doesn't know"
Another year has passed over Davy
yellow head. He is in new country
but he knows little of it. Erol
the garden of Iowa to the garden
Michigan is not great change to
child who is so i'll he must be carrie
on a pillow all the way. He had falle
sick and faded from the day, almo
from the hour, when the family lie
their old home, and he was torn, sol
bing and unhappy, from the old arb
and his dear angel"
His mother had been very patiel
with him and the kind neighbor wi
came to see him off told him that ange
went everywhere; they were not su
iect to rules like other people, and d
not need to be conveyed by steam ca
or boats from one point to anothe
But Davy was not comforted.
1t was strange then and it seem
stranger afterward, when th
thought about it, although none
them suspected the truth. Dav.
father took it for granted that the b
was playing that he had an angel vi
tor. just as children play "house"
company to amuse themselv'
Once he had stolen on Davy unaware
not to surprise any celestial visitor
the big, healthy man would ha
laughed at such delusion-but
make the boy scream with the hap
surprise of seeing him. And he h
heard strange, low singing, son
thing like the singing of bird, but
no bird he had ever listened to, and
surprised him greatly. When
pounced on Davy from the door of
arbor the boy was alone, but there
strange rustling of the leaves a
bushes, as if from some invisible pr
ence.
"Were you singing, Davy?"
-'No, papa"
SWho then, my boy?"
"Angel," and the child hung
head.
Then Mr.. Pond did what he ,
sorry for long after. He shook
child angrily, and insisted upon
scription of the angel who was 6
planting father and mother in
heart of the boy. But Davy wo