The Bryan daily eagle. (Bryan, Tex.) 1895-1898, 1895-12-24

ing and commanding she at last In
duced her mother TO &C Eat In search Of
some for her.
The poor woman left the bedside pos
sessed with the one desire Of pacifyine
her child, and trayersed the streets with
weary steps. debating In her mind what
excuse she would make on her return
for not having procured that which she
fels was entirely beyond her reach.
with bowed head and sorrowful heart
she kept repeating TO herself tho words
OF the physician. 80 full Of hope Tor
Greta: AT the coming OF the hrss
roses she would suffer no more" and
well az she guessed the motrnful mean
ing OF the prophecy. she could not help
being inspired for an instant by that
spirit Of hope which buoyed up her
child. Quickening her steps. she took
the road A. u by a sudden inspiration
toward the governors house, hesitated
AZ she reached the brilliantly lighted
mansion. but at last. taking courage.
knocked tlmidly at the door. which waq
Immediately opened by a man-servant.
What DO yna want, my good wo-
mani"
ITO speak to Madame Patterson"
Il cannot disturb madame at such az
hour OF the night"
"Oh, implore you. let me see herr
The servant rcpulsed the poor
mother. and was about 10 shut the door
IN her face when Madame Paterson and
/ her daughter. with roses IN their hair
and on their bosoms. crossed the hall
paused TO question the servant. and
then approached the widow. who briefly
and tearfully tod her pathetic story.
20. madame, o. mademoiselle!
implore you 10 give me one rose. only
one. for my dying child God. who gave
His son for the redemption Of th'
world. will reward you"
Madame Paterson shrugged hei
shoulders with a mocking laugh. anS
passed on. Her daughter. the brillian
Edele. remarked that her father dla no
buy roses for their weight In gold. q
throw them away upon street beggars
The door closed. and the woman
turned toward her home. On passinl
the Church OF Sainte- Brltta. she per
ceiyed the clergyman's wife layinl
large bouquets OF roses on the altar. ful
blown blooms OF rich red. as well a
branches Of exquisite buds Of blush
orange and pink.
The lady formed a sweet picture a
she bent over and arranged the fora
treasures seat her By a rich parlahione
OF her husbands Her blue eyes spar
killed. with delight. and her voice wa
soft and sllvery She was the mother o
six lovely children. and the widow Eel
that she would surely pity her IN he
bitter grief. Full OF these hopefu
thoughts. she entered the church. ap
preached the altar. and preferred he
modest request for one rose wherewitl
TO gladden. the eyes OF her dying child
Madame Neils. although by no mean
devoid OF kindly feeling. was proud 4
her own way. and had determined tina
Sainte- Britta should be the best deco
rated church In the town. In What sh
mlstook for pious enthusiasm. abe for
got that the only true temple ~ God !
the human heart-that a charltabl
action Is more precious In his sight tina
the eostliest earthly offerings which ca
be laid on his material altar. In IN
ardor OF her outward devotion. she for
got that Christ had himself declared. In
asmueh as ye have done Il unto one q
the least Of these my brethren. ye hay
done Il unto me" and In her mistake
zeal she avowed that II would be littl
less than sacriieEe TO rob the altar {
! God OF even one ialr blossom. Upon s