Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1894-08-23
ANGEL.
Tho Peculiar Story OF q Bows
Unique Pot.

srnr1o,, , 'Aii over The long
Ra,ucn where the convolvulus bells
'ie mole closing, and the nasturtiums
ouueu .'. eiryellow heads, and reached
WY .ne ears OF little boy who was nlnv.
ing AL by his lonesome, in ,ba IA.
the garden. '"o ioo' VI
uinmin' mamma" came bacl, the
quick answer, and Mrs. Pond. DAVIS
nothcr' went back to her pleasant
sltting-room and the company of n
hclghDor who had called.
the mother. ''' '''''
inis was no gossip she was talking
TO- ana 1t was relief to sneak Of
Davy's peculiarities to one who would
ais1en 10 her and aid her by advice or
sympathy The child's father looked
upon ms fears as the expression of
rank hercsy. His Davy-his little mani
mere never was such boy in the
worid-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
Tie ones of the ncighborhood.
Yes" Mrs Pond was saving. che
talks to himself nearly all the time.
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 Authorizations. know it, be-
cause he talks in his dreams of a play
fellow he calls Angel"
Perhaps" suggested the neighbor,
cautiously, 'he really does see the an
gels. read in book once q story of
an old lady who had died but couldn't
rest in her grave because she had hid
den her will, and her neice, to whom
her money was left, could not find it.
SO she came back to earth to try and
show her where the will was. The
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
book story. ] couldn't believe 1t if
tried"
81 believe that there are Influences
we do not know how to receive" said
the other woman; some are born OF
flame, some of flesh and some of the
spirit. Perhaps Davy 10 under con
troll; he may have visions"
At that moment the little fellow
came running in. lie was pretty
boy, but not healthy-looking. His
soft, curling hair lay in rings on pale
high forehead A blue mark, said to
predict early death, lay between his
delicate brows. The same blue ap
pearance settled about his mouth. He
painted with the exertion of running.
Mrs. Pond looked menningly at hel
friend and began to question the chile
in the lingo of mothers.
Where ha S Davy been?"
"Playin' wifi Angel"
"Why doesn't Davy bring Ange
home?"
"Angel won't come"
"Where does Angel go when DavJ
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. From
the garden of Iowa to the garden O
Michigan is not great change to
child who is so i'll he must be carried
ON a pillow all the way. He had faller
sick and faded from the day, almos
from the hour, when the family lef
their old home, and he was torn, SOD
bing and unhappy, from the old arbo
Sand his "dear angel.
His mother had been very patien
with him and the kind neighoor wh'
came TO see him off told him that angel
went everywhere; they were not sub
iect to rules like other people and di'
not need to be conveyed by steam car
or boats from one point to another
But Davy was not comforted.
II was strange then and 1T seemed
stranger afterward, when the.
Thought about it, although none o
them suspected the truth. Davy'
fatbor took it for granted that the DO,
was playing that he had an angel visi
tor lust as children play mouse o
company" to amuse themselves
Once he had stolen on Davy unawares
not to surprise any celestial visitor
the big, healthy man would hav'
laughed at such deiusioh-pus On, , :,
make the boy scream with the haPp.
anrnrise of seeing him. And he hat
hoard strange, low singing some
thing like the singing of a bird bnt o
W. bird he had ever listened to- and
snrnrised en- him greatly, When n
nounced on Davy from the door OF IN es
ap.hor the bow was alone, but there wa
s,range rustling OF the leaves ant
a s.I"ne - from some invisible pres
cncc. D.rvon
"No, papa" q,
"Wbo then, my boyP" =,
angel aria the child hung nj
head. s;d what he wa
sorry for long after. lie @ snook Sn So
e6iIS s1ilg angrily, M and insisted upon a .,,e ae
chiiu .;an ~ Of the angel who was sup
scIipnv a,ar father and mother IN tn
plant'@sf ~ of the boy. But Davy woul'
',,r nuIn, cob and say, as he had often 70, don
,ntSrs on,S so that his angel was "boofi' an
Davy loves him.
!. was circus day in the new tow :,
Z which M Davys folks had mo moved oSi;d dI !,
Mr. n Pond tried to interes. ,''s 'de s;c,t e sense
were yns wholly inadequate .o to the 1ne 1tt Iatl
s,dsaba% The disaPpp'ffm form back from the 10 10y
window opening on the sitS la"n' shd sinkn' inn
hun on sue c knew now, what nei1he ne s;s
,or hearn nor parson could have maze maze nif 1if
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