The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-01-01

MOWERS Ill the IOr6SG.
Under the brushwood one saw innu-
merable little white flowers, thick as
though one had sowed them, and as one
looked the flowers changed to ripe fruit,
and all this in few moments of time,
SO that Mary could hardly cross herself
before the ground was red with straw
berries, like a sea of blood.
"Quick, quick, Mary, pick them I"
said the month Of June
Filled with joy, she began to gather
them, and soon had nice amount in
her apron, when, thanking the months,
she started joyfully homeward.
Helen and her mother were surprised
to see her come home with the straw
berries.
"But where did you find them?" ask.
ed Helen sourly.
"Up ON the peak of the mountain.
They are not hard to find under the
brushwood y
Helen took possession of all the ber-
ries. A part she gave to her mother, and
devoured the ~.
The thirdie 81 Helen, satiated with
kaa stray'tee charossseli for fresh picked
red apples.
MARY" she called, "be quick and
nimble. Go to the mountain and seek
for red apples "
my God, sister, you know that dur
ing the winter the trees are without
leaves or fruit ~
"Ugly lazy bones Go, climb quickly
up the mountain and bring mo back ap.
pies, or remember we will kill you'll
AS usual her stepmother caught her
rudely, thrust her out of the house and
barred the door behind her.
The poor orphan, weeping bitterly,
passed through the forest that led to the
mountain She climbed up to the peak,
where the IL months sat by the flaming
fire. They all sat motionless on their
stone seats, and old January as usual on
the highest.
"Men Of God, let me warm myself
by your fire The winter wind freezes
me, +" she said.
Old January lifted his head and be-
gan to question her, "Why have you
come here and what do you seekf"
81 seek red apples" said Mary.
sit is midwinter now" said old jan
uary, "and not the time for red apples. "
81 know it, said the poor girl. "But
my sister Helen and my mother have
ordered mo to bring them red apples
from the mountain or they will kill
me- F"
Hearing this, old January rose from
his seat and went to one of the older
men and gave him his wand.
Brother September, seat yourself in
the place of honor.
The month of September seated him
self ON tho highest stone and waved his
wand over the fire. The flames spraDg
toward the sky, taking red tinge,
while the snow melted rapidly. Tho
leaves of the trees fell, one by one,
blown here and there by cold breeze,
and the sun shone yellow. The orphan
saw but very few flowers, and those
only autumn ones. In the dells meadow
saffron and high ferns were growing be-
tween the autumn brushwood and bram-
bles.
Mary looked in vain for red apples
till all at once she noticed tolerably
tall apple tree, and up on the top branches
she saw few red apples.
"Hasten to gather them," cried Sep
TENDER.
The young girl joyfully shook the
tree, and one apple fell She shook it
again, and a second rolled to her feet.
"You have enough" said the month.
Hurry home again"
The orphan picked up the apples, and
thanking the months hurried home.
Helen and her stepmother were aston
ished to see her return with the apples
and ran to open the door.
bah How did you manage to pick
them?" asked Helen.
"a few still hung on the apple tree
on the top of the mountain, said Mary.
"Why did you not bring more?" cried
Helen angrily. "You ate them up on
the way, you ugly mink p
"No, good sister, did not taste one, "
said Mary 1.-THE first time shook the
tree one apple fell; the second time an
other. That is all. was not permitted
to shake the tree third time, but or
dered to go home
Helen, who loved fine fruit, left off
prosecuting her sister for the time, and
bit into the apple. She found it deli
cious, the sweetest she had ever eaten,
and her mother agreed with her, but
both. after having eaten one, were dis
satisfied. They wished for more.
''Pll tell you what, mamma, said
Helen. "Giye me cloak and | will go
to tho mountain myself. That horrid
girl would finish by devouring all the
apples on her way home. ] will be sure
to find the mountain and the apple tree,
and once there the fathers may scold as