The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1895-06-01

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'The Young Man StrOlled Slowly"
among tufts Of moss, violets and roses.
lay the great, white lily, which had
pointed the preachers moral. 1t was
languid l~istless. neurotic. This bas-
ket was carried to a hospital In Forty
second street. 1t is q ~hard-featured,
red building, with two bullying half
towers. The little newsbOy at the cor
ner a a notion, vague and not very
valid. that 1t Is a grim, red monster,
fed on the crippled wretches he sees
enter there. For they never come out.
Year after year there has been this
unhappy procession of MANNED and
crippled children, passing through the
Iron gates into the great building. The
small newsboy wonders what becomes
of them. He never sees them come
out. How is he to recognize in the
merry, red-cheeked things who come
dancing out the little wretches who
hobbled in wailing? Or those driven
darkly away in the small, black
boxes?
Sad? Even a ~listless lily, oppressed
with a nostalgia for dwarf roses, could
hardly find it sad on Easter morning.
III iifhS u oCdtlhS tIIOuSu TIE
broad windows, stirred the little de-
formed children into a grig-like mer-
riment. They capered in their jang-
ling irons and danced in the leather
harness that held in place their crook
ed limbs. The eighty well, lame girls
woke altogether in their cots; sat up
altogether; chartered altogether like
the gamin sparrows out in the street.
For it's Easter morning and here's
a state of things!
The White Rabbit has ridden in on
a moonbeam and played his old prank
ish games. Eggs under the pillows;
eggs in jolly little folds of the sheet;
eggs under the cots; eggs in pinafores;
eggs in shoes and stockings; hello
eggs on the window-siII; Eggs up the
chimney: eggs or the mantel-piece.
Wonderful old fellow, the White Rab-
bit. Eggs of all colOrs-red, white,
blue, green yellow, mOttled. speckled
and silver; eggs with chicks peeping
out of them; eggs that fall apart and
spill candy. Very wonderful fellow,
the White Rabbit. Young white rab-
bits chockful of sweetmeats. every
where; lilies and myrtles everywhere
else. And eighty small girls jubilant.
Eighty all but one. She stands by
the window. She does not laugh with
her little crippled mates.
1--WE call her our little sentinel said
the nurse.
A pitiful little sentinel, with warped
and wasted body and pain-dra wn face
keeping ward over her last Easter
day. The doctors can do nothing for
her; the nurses cannot keep her; the
lonely. rueful little sentinel stands by
the window, waiting for deaths re-
lief. The other children try to tempt
her into their songs and games. She
does not care for these things.
They are singing the carols of Eas-
ter. the old new songs of the risen
Christ. They sing very sweetly with
young, quivering voices.
"See, little sentinel" the nurse says,
here is a lily"
1t is the fairest one of all, white and
stately. but she let's it fall unregarded
at her feet. Lilies of Easter and the
4 Easter Christ-She knew this long ago.
She is waiting, waiting, and he does
not come.
Patience, little sentinel.
There are only a few weeks more
it may be before the tall lilies have
faded.
Here's some one to see you. little
sentinel" the nurse says.
He is a small lad. n healthy. dirty
young heather. his grimmy legs,
straight and tough and strong. show
ing through his rags. AS he looks at
her he dabs one black, little fist in his
eyes and demolishes his tears, but for
oil tbnt no hog on mir of tri,tn,nh ohnut
him. as one who should say, II don't
want it known, but I've a Small mat
ter of a diamond necklace in my peck
ct for you.' The little girl rested her
deformed shoulder against the wall,
there vas no answering brightness in
her dismal, little yellow face, hol-
lowed with lifelong suffering.
do YOU know me-, little sister," the
boy asked.
Yes, little sister knows him.
Look, little sister, what | got fun
ye!" he says brightly. and holds up Il
rare white lily, soiled a bit by the
trampled ooze of the pavement, but
still air and beautiful.
81 foun' it in de street las night
little sister. see? An | KEEP it an
brung it tie yous,' he added proudly.
No. little sister does not care any
more about lilies-the gift falls from
her crippled fingers. and lies uncared
for on the floor. 1t is Easter and
Christ has risen. but the world is ful
of pain and the little sentinel waits.
"Really. my dear said n lily, 81
have seen the world and it is Yer!
wicked. | wish | were back on the
stem. Don't you long for that rocking
stem and the lights and heat an'
dwarf rOses?'
- have seen the world" said Tho
other lily. lit is not very wicked, bu
it is very. very sad
".Ah, you should have
But the %janitor swept them out
Vance Thompson.
Too Much So.
Mrs. Pipkin-Has Jack proved al