The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1900-06-01
Reminding the Hen.

HemlnulnS the Hen.
ITS we'll ran into the garden"
Said Eddy. his face all aglOw;
FOR what 40 you think, mamma, hap
You will never guess it, 1 know.
The little brown hen was there clucking:
'Cut-cut!' she'd say, quick as IL wink;
Then 'Cut-cut' again, only slower:
And then she would stop short and think.
And then she would say it all over,
She did look so mad and so veXed:
For mamma. do you know, she'd forgotten
The word that she ought to cluck next.
so l said 'Ca-dawcut, ca-daw-cut.'
AS loud and us strong as l could.
And she looked round at me very thankful;
| tell you. it made her feel good.
Then she tapped and said, 'Cutcut-ca-
daw-cut':
She remembered just how it went. then,
But it's we'll ran into the garden
She might never have clucked right
again.: Bessie Chandler.
The Legend of the Crocuses and Snow
drops.
y very long time ago Snowdrops and
crocuseS grew only in one beautiful gar
den. and all the crocuScS and all the
snowdropS in all the world are sprung
from those first ancestors.
In the earliest days, instead Of tlroop-
ing their heads. the snowdrops grew
straight up. Indeed. they were pert lit
tie flowers. and excessively proud of the
delicate green markings that relieved
their Wilderness.
CrocuseS. too, in those days were moi
as now. They were smaller. and pure
white. without Il touch OF color. Even
the little StameEs and piStil> Were all
white.
One morning, in the wonderful garden
where would be many, many flowers
later i'll the year. crOcrlSes and snowdrops
were blooming together.
You poor things" said Il tall little
snowdrop. swaying back and forth on
her slender stem above the crocuScs.
How cold you look! 1t is You should
be named the snow instead of l. 1t real
~ makes me Shiver to look at YOU. you
are 50 white. Now I, you see. have
beautiful green embroidery on my frork
green as the grass and trees will be by
and by. Every one who sees me cries:
Oh, spring is coming. Here is a sonw-
crop: But you'll done wonder they
hardly look at YOU.
growing up around u.s. ventured one
newly opened crocuS. holder than the
rest
"Pooh! Those are only leaves. Every
one has leaves" said snow,lrop tossing
her head.
Grass blades are leaves. t'x,." MUIR
INJURED the crncuS.~. Yet they could not
forget the words of the Snow,lrop: and
they became very sorrowful, for they
wanted everyone to love them. And next
morning. when the angel Of the flowers
came, there was Il frozen tear in each
little pale cup. 1t was very cold that
morning, but the crocuses did not mind
the cold.
-, "Why do YOU, weep, chillren:" asked
"Because snowdrcp has been telling us
we don belong to spring, hut are only
a bit of winter that's left over. and PEG
PIE will be glad when we are gone"
SnoWdrop is very vain of her green
MARKINGS said the angel. But be pa
tient. children, and VIC shall see"
1t was still dark, for it was very early
where the morning star shone brightly.
ana below the star, as if swung from
1t like pale. golden censor, hung the
slender crescent Of the old moon. High
up, Arcturus flashed, and northward
clear among the lesser consultations
cleaned the dipper. while still further
north following the ''pointers," the eve
came to the great white star that never
sets.
The angel flew straight east until she
found the sun, whose messenger She was,
and told her story
Great king she ended. They are
very, sad-the poor. white crocuses
would some new gift might be granted
tc cheer them"
And because they are sad" asked the
King, do they droop and fade. refusing
to live the life have ordained?'
"Ihey lift their heads quite bravely,"
said the angel, land await your coming.
each" ~
1T is WELL" said the King. $50 south
ward now. for the peach trees bloom and
the magnolia begins to bud. They need
your care
The angel bowed, and went.
Then sunrise came to the great garden.
In the east the sky grew brighter. Now
it was soft rose, blending to gold toward
the horizon: In the midst of the rose
glow still hung the moon and planet,
tinged with faintest golden green. South
ward violet clouds were turning gold and
saffron at their edges. AS the color grew
III the sky, what was happening to the
sad little crocuses? They were surely
growing taller and more exquisite in
shape; and-was it a reflection from the