Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1894-06-20
COLUMN.
EDITED BY JoNEsBoRo W. g. t. U.
Thursdsy at three O'Clock the W, G.

EDITED BY JoNEsBoRo W. q. T. U.
Thursday at three o'clock the w. @.
T. U. will observe Flower Mission Day.
Services will be conducted by the Sup
~erintendent of that department. 1t is a
beautiful work, and the exercises will
be interesting; everybody cordially in
vited.
God might nave babe the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small;
The oak tree and the cedar tree,
without n flower at all.
Then wherefore, wherefore were they made?
All dyed with rainbow bright,
All fashioned with supremest grace.
Upspringing day and night
To comfort man, to whisper hope,
Whene'er his faith is dim,
For who so careth for the flowers
Will much more care for them.
HAPPY JACK, A CALIFORNIA CHARACTER.
1t is such a beautiful old garden. In
1t the air is sweet with a thousand de-
licious perfumes, and everywhere the
eye is greeted by color and beauty of
flower and foliage. There are rows of
orange trees whose dark, glossy, green
leaved branches bend almost to the
ground under their weight of golden
fruit, while from the same branches
CLEAN forth, starry and white, the ex-
quisite orange blossoms whose waxy
beauty and delightful fragrance fill
the air.
Then there are snowballs-dear old
fashioned flowers, that remind one of
childhood days at grandma 3; syringas,
with their clinging sweet perfume; car
nation pinks, giving out their spicy
odors; great glowing red peonies; Pc
tunias of almost every shade; fuchsias
dropping gracefully here and there in
great clusters; stately magnolias, with
their glossy leaves and great waxen
white flowers, heavy with sweetness;
roses-oh, roses without number, and
OF almost every conceivable color and
variety! The graceful Bankshire rose,
with its bridal like wilderness and purity,
the J~acqueminots, the Gold of Ophir,
the Duchess, the moss and the tea rose,
climbing roses, and in their midst a
great bush of the curiously beautiful
green roses of California.
Into this garden of Eden wandered
one day an old mar who announced
himself to me as Happy Jack. l had
heard of the character, and knew that
his self given sobriquet was associated
in everybody's mind with drunkenness
and vagabondism.
was out among the flowers with
baby Alice near me in her carriage
when the old man drifted in from the
street and looked about him with
bleared eyes as full of appreciative de.
light as such eyes could be. He was
in his usual condition of in~toxication
but he went to the purpose of his visit
with straightforward promptness.
II am Happy Jack" he said; 81 am
an old miner from way up on top Of
the moutains where they amt no flow.
ers at all. I'm awful fond O. flowers
and I'm willin' to pay you any price
for a bunch of EN-"
Little Alice looked up at him with
her serious blue eyes, and he returned
the look with a long, wistful gaze
You like flowers, too, baby?" h,
asked.
Refusing his proffered money, l sen
the old fellow away looking down a
his great boquet of roses, geraniumI
and Gala lilies as happy apparently a
a child.
Happy Jack came again and agail
that summer, always telling of hi
great love for flowers, and going ava,
pleased.and delighted with his fragran
burden. Once he came when the after
noon sun shone very warm, and, no
wishing to go into the garden, I toll
him to help himself. He appeared as
tonished at the thought of being al
lowed to pick them for himself, an,
hesitated a good deal about it.
III don't know nothin' about MAXIM
a boquet, he said, appealingly glanc
ing back at me as l stood in the door
Later | saw the gray bearded old ma
60 down the walk and out at the gat
the oldest collection of flowers bunche
awkwardly together in his hand-grea
red peonies (which seemed to be his ia
vorite flowers, red petunias, brillian,
scarlet and crimson geraniums and re
roses. Not a trace of white or gree
in the boquet-nothing but red. IRE
is Happy Jacks color" l thought a
he passed on up to town, doubtless t
his favorite hunt-the saloon.
Very little is known Of the poor oil
wanderers life, Happy Jack and hi
eccentricities are good humoredly to
Grated, and people are fairly kind t
him-at least he never asked for flow
ers in vain.-Harriet France Crocke
While in Topeka last March, E.
Barber, a prominent newspaper mar
La Cygne, Kan, was taken with cho
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