Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1900-12-08

NAo onOWAlOVb All AL SnU VIVIAN go
sprung from those hrst ancestors.
In the earliest days. instead Of
dropping their heads, the sn0wdrops
grew straight up. Indeed. they were
pert little flowers. and excessively
proud Of the delicate green markings
that relieved their Wilderness.
Crocuses. too, in those days were
not ~ now. They were smaller and
pure white, without touch OF color.
Even the little stamens and pistils
were all white.
One morning. in the wonderful gar
den. where would be many. many
nowers later In the year. crocuses and
snowdrops were blooming together.
"You poor things," said . tall little
snowdrop. swaying back and forth on
her slender stem above the crocuses.
How cold you look! 1t Is you should
be named for the snow instead Of !. 1t
really makes me shiver to look at you.
you are 70 white! Now |, you see.
have beautiful green embroidery on
my frock. green as the grass and trees
win be by and by. Everyone who see
me cries: oh. spring IL coming.
Here Ia q snowdrop.' But you-l
don't wonder they hardly look At
you"
I'm sure we all have green things
growing up around u.s." ventured one
1 newly opened crocu. holder than the
rest
Pooh. Those are only leaves. Ev-
cry one has leaves, said the snow
drop. tossing her head.
Grass blades are leaves. too. muir
INJURED the crocuses. Yet they could
not forget the words OF the snowdrop.
and they became very sorrowful. TOT
they wanted every one to love them.
And next morning, when the angel
Of the flowers came. there was = fro-
gen tear In each little pale cup. II was
very cold that morning. but the GRO
cuses did not mind the cold.
why do you weep. children?" ask
ed the flower angel.
Because snowdrop has been telling
us we don't belong to spring. but are
only a bit OF winter that's left over
and people Will be glad when We arr
gone"
..Snowdrop Ia very vain OF her greer
markings" said the angel. But b
patient. children, and We shall see."
II was still dark, for 1t was yer,
early. Just faint glow showed In tn
east, where the morning stars shon'
brightly. and below the star. an !
swung from It like pale. golden cen
ser. hung the slender crescent OF tn
old moon. High up Arcturus flashed
and northward, clear among the les
ser constellation, CLEANED the dippel
, while still further north. following
: the pointers" the eye came to IN
r great white star that never SETS
, The angel few straight east unit
she found the sun. whose messenge
she was. and told her story
Great king" she ended. They Ar
very sad-the poor white crocuses.
would some new gift might be granite
{ TO cheer them"
, And because they are sad aske
the king. do they droop and fad
refusing TO live the life l have OF
dained?"
"They lift their heads quite brave
. lv- said the angel. -and await YOU
coming. Only the frozen tear lies
the heart OF each"
, ut is WE'LL" said the king. &c
: southwark now. for the peach tree
bloom and the magnolia begins
8 bud. They need your care
j. The angel bowed and went
Then sunrise came to the great ga
den. In the east the sky grew brigh
a er. Now 1t was soft rose. blending
gold toward the horizon. In the mid
Il of the rose glow still hung the moo
and planet, tinged with faintest gol'
en- green. Southwark violet clous
i we're turning gold and saffron at the
edges.
t As the color grew in the sky whit
Il was happening to the sad little CT
!, cuses? They were surely growing tai
err and more exquisite in shape, and
was 1t a reflection from the viol
8 clouds that tinted some OF them? b
It stayed when the clouds burst I'M
fame.
l. Then the sunbeams came. and. I
q they touched each cup-shaped fowe
! they dropped jewels OF gold With
Even those that had stayed white r
ceived the Jewels. an those that hi
= caught the tinge OF violet deepenet
& while one whole family. where Il
sunbeams came last and stayed Il
longest. turned to gold all over.
What a show they made-the go
and the violet and the white streak,
with violet. and the pure white Wi
gold at the heart OF them! And no
q they shouted and sang!
50 'The sunbeams. the sunbeams. a
e painting usl Oh. shall we be alwa,
h thus"
e YES" whispered the sunbeams. .
o is because you were humble and OBJ
dent"
I When the pert snowdrop heard tn
she hung her head ashamed to loo
tha wrant ann father in the fare Al