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THE SOULS DREAM GARDEN
Beautiful Recital of = Beautiful
Dream, With n Moral.

The quarrel occurred between Jessie
and Edith while they were playing in
the garden one dreary autumn day.
Perhaps Jessie had let some of the
davis somebreness creep into her soul,
shadowing it with clouds of anger and
hate for when Edith plucked white
cbrysanthemum blossom-the only fair
thing in the garden except her own
fair little face and flying yellow hair
Jessie cried ont that it was her flower,
and that Edith should not have
taken 1t. -.
II. thought we owned it together"
said Edith.
"No; mother gave it to me and it's
all mine. Give it to me-" Jessie an
swered angrily.
Edith laughed, and held the flower
behind her; but when her sister
snatched for it, the bright, angry blood
came into her face and she tore the
flower into fragments, and threw them
at Jessie's feet.
Jessie gave Edith one icy look as she
passed her and went into the house.
Edith glanced at the torn flower, then
burst into tears. Neither could enjoy
the flower now; and the love between
the little sisters seemed all torn and
tattered, too.
She followed Jessie into the house
but Jessie would lot notice her, or see
the tears clouding her eyes, or the tre-
NOR of her lips. No, Jessie had COM
posed set, stern look, which she wore
like a mask all day, and acted just like
q little icicle. And when the two little
sisters went to bed that night, Jessie
drew herself as far as she could upon
her side of the bed, turning her back
mon Edith, and unheeding her timid
sIpood- -nipht'', she closed her eyes
and tried to 90 to sleep. But the ugly,
miserable feeling which she had been
carving about all day would not let
her 20 to sleep for long, long while
and when at length she did fall asleep,
she started suddenly awake again, for
il seemed that she really was turning
into ice. Then she fell asleep once
more. with a second waking quite
different from the first. For IL seemed
to her that an Angel came and touched
her upon her brow, and SAID, Jessle'
come with me-"
And she arose and followed the An
gel from the room, and down the stairs,
and out into the garden. And here
the Angel paused ; and, in the !lght OF
her radiance, Jessie saw that she bore
likeness unto him herself, only that
her figure was tall; and in her sweet,
fair face, a look of tranquil JOY and
tender love formed the radiance. Then
Tessie clasped her hands, and let her
feet fellow whittier she should lead
her and when the Angel paused
again, saying, "Look ~ Jessie raised
her ewes to the scene before her.
It was a garden. She saw that 1t
full of flowers and weeds-roses, honey
suckle and carnations thistles, bur-
dock and brambles. Wisteria and
noison.iyy interlaced dog-fennel grew
side by side with fuschias; and little
homeless. nameless weeds grew in the
shadow of crimson dahlias and cardi-
nal gladiolas.
J "This," said the Angel, in reply
to the child's questioning looks; this
is the Garden of your Soul. This Is
YOUR garden. To-day you thought you
owned that white chrysanthemunl
flower. No, these are the real and
oply flowers that you own"
Then Jessie looked more closely
about her. "Why is beautiful red
rose here?" she asked, touching 9
crimson flower deep filled with frag
rance.
And the Angels face radiated beau
tiful light as she replied; You plant
) ed that rose the day your mother wa
i'll, and you waited upon her while
YOUR feet were very weary; but yot
kept your face bright, and your words
were full of love. "
Jessie smiled, though tear tremble'