St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1895-11-22
WHAT SOME FLOWERS DID.

| VII, MAMMA. CrleQ carrie Ed
wards, as she entered the dining-room,
where a bouquet OF choice flowers stood
upon the center table, ''Where did they
come FROM"
"They are yours, my dear hermother
answered. Your father called at Mr..
Browns greenhouse this morning, and
he sent them to you. He said that last
winter when his little boy was hurt at
school you cared for him until help came
from home 1t seems he never forgot the
act, and so he has sent you this bou-
quet with his kindest regards"
Carries face flushed with pleasure.
81 had almost forgotten about it, :" she
said. Little Willie Brown fell from his
sled while coasting and his arm was
broken. only picked him up and held
him till the Others came. But these
flowers are such beauties 1t seems a
pity that all their sweetness should be
wasted on me. There, mamma, have
it, | met the minister on the street a
moment ago, and he looked so sad.
Frank is still very sick so they say,
and takes scarcely any notice of what is
going on about him. He is so fond OF
flowers Won remember mamma. Last
summer. when he called with his father
my pink rose bush was in bloom. and
gave him one. He was delighted with
it. and saw him. when he thought no
one was looking, caress it lovingly.
Nav | share nv flowers with him ;"
"Yes dear if Won like. They are Yours
TO disDose of as Won nlease."
A little later the minister's wife said,
COMING into her bov's room. frankie
dear. see what Carrie Edwards has sent
Won"
The lad opened his ewes. and a smile of
iov Eohted nm his face
"For me ;" he whisnere6
eyes dear" Mrs. VOORHEES, answered,
"The man who hrouoht them said Miss
Carrie sent them"
The boy held them to his lips and in
hailed their sweetness with a pleasure
his mother reioiced to see.
"Don't take them away" he WHISPERED.
you shall have them right here. dear"
Then he closed his ewes. and with his
face buried in the flowers. Law for a long
time so ouietly that his mother thought
he had fallen asleep
"Mamma," he suddenly WHISPERED.
yves. Frank"
owe been thinking of Tommy Brown
around the corner. You know he has to
sit all dav long in that smoky little room
while his mother washes, for he cannot
walk step. Nav l share my flowers
with him ,"
"If Won wish"
Tommy Brown sat by the window in
his mothers bare little room. gazing at
the noisy scene across the street. His
mother had been busy washing all day,
and was tired and cross. Tommy could
scarcely see through the window panes,
so thickly were they covered with smoke
, and dust. The scene outside could not
he called an interesting one, but there
was so little to divert Tommv's mind
that he strove his best to keep watch OF
: what was going on in the street. But it
was hard work to peer through the
steamv, grimv window. He sighed, then
took his little hand and tried to clean
tbe dirt from the name. What he saw
made him FORGET the smoke and the BOYS
across the street, for he got glimpse OF
q man hearing in his hand a bouquet OF
flowers
cont" he oasned GLOW Glad | am |
cow them wonder how they hap
ne,ed IN come down this street."
A knock sounded at the door.
"For Tommy, from Master Frank"
said = voice
"No+ fine minister's bov ," cried Mrs.
p.ou,r
"Tbe same ma'am. He had a gift to-
dov and he was ALWAYS the one to share
bl.ss;ng with others"
"Ob mother," was all Tommy said
= Then he sat very ouetlv for an hour or