The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1900-09-08

Ger in his chest. a tal<in its time to KILN
him." .Um. has hel" sed the enTfous
man in a voice that seemed a tnrnin'
Les seeI Where was at2 I was go-
in to write about my visyun Of the
angels, wasn't II
When I was a little girl ust to. stan
on long spring bord and swing an
the angels STAN. an I thor would
5es' love TO jump rite on the end of my
spring bord into heaven an glory
wanted 10 kind o leep over the hard
things Of life, an git the same reward
as the other ones An still, didn't
RELY want to go ether, jes' then, con-
siderfn' the way took to my little heels
when it Numbered. an ran strate Tor
granmother's room, to hide in her fether
bed, fur I'd hern told Htnen never
strikes a fether bed But I've been a
foo1in' SO over tellin' about them Wis
yunS. I'm afrade they've nigh all evap-
Grated with this stopper out o my ink
boil so long Well the angels saw was
a ridin' out in the parade on the
cIoes on I never thot about there
bein' more to an angel than jes his
looks beforei But they KEEP a comm
on down the street with a kin of music
put my specs on. could 1es see rite
thro them oil cloes. an the wings an
the glory wus there. sure enuff.
In the first fote wus a cradel an
SONG uaSlSGn an 4 Die set LOE supper,
an little ones in every corner, an a big
1ovin' angel wuS jes' a giden' every
thing rite, an a sOothen an minister
in 5es as they do, but all the time mask
Graded in a gingum apron, an Hnin
collar. An that wuS one scene, an
the mex one, the very same angel
was at lookin' glass a fxen a flower at
her throat, an the sun was 5es a sh1nln
out of her face insted of into it, as she
hurried to the door to greet another an
gel, who was also a maskeradin in ruff
cloes an suty face. an had Jes' finish
ed mfniSteriu to the yitel OrgenS OF a
steem engine, in another fiote- An saw
they was both angels of the HES tipe-
An I saw in the mex fiote an angel a
sacrificen' all he loved an enjoyed, an
almost his very life, to push on a crate
an he was a tuggfn an a stranen' every
fiber OF strength in him, to get the crate
matter to a safe plac, but when it was
we'll nigh done he WIS set onto Dy
pack of mobs an drug out an some lies
were mixed UP an pasted on his back,
an he wus dumped into a cart Of dis
grace an trundled of, but saw he wus
jest the same angel all thrO' it, an ar
forwards In the next fote wus
a lot of angels wearin nurses
caps an aprons, an some of them Wus
too poor clothed TO have these things,
but they was all a shfnins with pat
hense, an gentleness an love- alth0 they
could never go out to sing an hol' praise
meetin's, an I saw, then, there wus
more 70 an anger I0an JeS- SlHg1n an
praise An on another hote was asstoop
shouldered tired looken angel, nasker-
aden in gray whiskers an a SLOUGH hat
He wus lookin' longinly at a sack o.
-four sittin out en- the porch of a gr0sery
where no body would see him take it.
His eyes seemed to look front at the
-four. an back at some little ho1lo-eyed
chiIdren-an' then suddenly saw that
angel turn his back on that sack O. -four
a IN march across the fiote to a big pile
Of 20 tons O. coal. an he got a busheI
basket, an on his shoIder he tOted all
that coal-a bushel at time down
stairs an slowed it in a bin-an' when
he got his money for 1t, he hobbled aron'
an bot the flour an toted it home to the
children An the first I nu I was a
singin' at my little oil hymn, Il want to
be an angel, an with the angels stand -
an didn't mean arter while ether
But I fooled along 50 at the first I
havn't rom to tell You about the rest
now. Your sincur,
A IIN-gI, TRIrIlY