The San Francisco call., 1897-06-13

the door few feet from the othar roo,,
I'VE have TO keep the cats in an entiraI1,
separate place." she explained. ~,
know II there is vestige of life left ~
| dog cat will arouse him out of all w..
ner of constraint, and no matter -
much OF an invalid cat is, dos has 49,.
same violent effect upon it. So we sovo
scenes and keep them so far apart tbat
they can't smell each other"
1 measured the distance between ~.
two doors and doubted.
But bless your heart, how funny tbs,
looked these numerous little tabbies with
their pretty and glossy coats. Some of
them had one eve bandaged and GA zed
sagely about from out the other. Others
! too weak to do aught but lay about ir the
sunshine, purred softly as we s,roked
their coats. There were flowers blossom.
! ing in the windows and birds slnqipo
! somewhere about.
1T is quite pitifuI to see the little tots
who bring their pets here to be cured
/ Little golden haired girls and sturdy little
chaps, proud OF their possession and sorry
at the thought of being parted at all.
And there's many real hearIache the
little tots have when they come to reclaim
their dogs or cats and find them dead
Ihere was sound OF steps in the cor
ridor, and the attendant hurried 10 learn
the cause.
The ambulance has come" she whis-
pered, 'aud they have brought another
| dog"
We went out and stood looking on
while they brought him ina great large
animal, manned and bleeding.
They'll soon have him fixed comfort
ably" said the lady. You see." she
added, as l turned to go, ''there is a great
deal OF suffering eased, good de cal OF life
saved. And surely We have no right to
be careless OF that mysterious thing, even
| in the animal kingdom"
! There was once a bower OF roses, so
beautiful that the radiance of it startled
the sun beams into flight, and so fragrant
was it that the traveller sank into delicious
slum Der, overcome by the perfume, and
when he arose to go on his way again ne
was like as though he had dropped a load
of trouble from his life, and was in his
! first youth. Where these roses grew,
woman had lived. Her LIE had been one
of such sorrow that she gave her pretty
villa for a hospital and entered
/ the institution she had founded, as
| nurse, anu wa lieu Win LeQQer.
loving hands upon those to whom
she had given shelter. And the roses,
they say, blossomed more beautifully
wherever she was. They nodded their
masses of pink bloom in through the win
dows at her and her poor sufferers. They
waved their long green arms and elm bed
hilher and higher until they covered the
very roof with their protecting loneliness
and there they nestled in fair and stormy
weather. And the human beings with
wasted lives and bodies and homeless
! hearts. with haunting mlseries which we
cannot understand, crushing their souls,
went away happy.
She who founded it died, and other
| hands moved the hospital to a larger
! building, but the bower of roses still re-
mains and the goodness of the deed lin
| gers, refreshing instance in the history
! of this century, like the wreath of her
roses that reaches for many a mile.
| So this old brown building, with its
motley crowd OF inmates and Its strange
| purpose, seemed. 1t worked out the mo-
tive of love that prom pied it, and the
world was fairer and better for its being
| there. JEAN MORRIS.