Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-03-22
what the FIowers said.

One fresh April morning a little boy
went gaily into the woods 10 gather flow
crs. There he found primroses and anem.
ones, violets and bluehells, in sweet pro-
fusion. lie wandered hithcr and thithcr.
picking them aS he went and putting
them into his basket.
Toward midday he felt tired and set
ting down to rest. he fell fast asleep
He was awakened by the sound of
voices. which seemed to come from the
basket. 1t was the flowers, talking 10
one another
oh" sighed little golden primrose.
in plainive voice, why couldn't We
have stayed in the woodsE Why must
we leave the singing birds and the warm,
bright sunshine
Yes" said wee. purple violet. ut
was 50 sweet and cool down there in the
green moss-and the dew falls so softly
in the evenings"
And the fragile pink -hucd ancmones
sadly nodded their dainty heads. I'VE
shall not live very long now they said,
mournfully. I'VE should have lived
sadly buried their heads among their
dropping leaves
The boy listened in troubled surprise
How thoughtless he had been 10 steal
them from their woodland homes! What
sad grief they were in, to be sure! How
should like to be treated s0f' he said
to himself.
Then. just as he was wondering wheth-
or he could possibly put the flowers back
go that they might all be happy again,
he heard another voice softer than all
the others. 1t was the voice Of grace
fu blue bell right at the end OF the bas-
ket.
MY sistcrs." she said, in a low. clear
tone, 1--WE must not he selfish. Life was
indeed very sweet in 0nr old home; we
all love the refreshing dew and the warm
sunshine, aud we shall sadly miss the
dear little companions who sang 10 us
SO tpnderly.
"But hitherto We have been living all
for our own pleasure and enjoyment
now we arc going 10 give pleasure to
others. And not only shall we give pleas
IRE. perhaps we may remind pcOpl" of
our dear green world. of Queen Flora
and her bright ROBBED handmade, Spring.
Perhaps they will forget their books and
their business and their anxious hopes.
and just fall into q sweet dream about
forests and fair lakes. valleys and ma
jcStlc mountains till their minds mount
up. mp, to the highest, best and most
beautiful things.
''If we can DO this, though we may not
live 50 long, perhaps we shall have don"
more good in the world
Then all the flowers looked mp and
smiled.
The little boy was greatly relieved 10
hear the words 80 gently uttered. and he
InHrvcled nj the wisdom Of such y tiny
flower. if il had been "a dahlia or sun
flower he thought. it would uoJ have
seemed so strange.
when he reached home. he dill not
tell his mother what he had heard. He
wng afraid She would say he had only
Dir amt it all, so be talked If other
things.
Mother" he said. isn't it strange
when you're gathering flowers you keep
p}uckjng such little flowers, and yet when
you put them together they make such a
big bunch.
Eyes. dear. that is quite true. And it
is the little actions that count most in
The end the little words that please the
most or greve the most.
How do Won mean, mother
II mean. dear. that we cannot all 10
great things. but IL we try 10 do good
little deeds all the time it will do just as
we'll"
"Mothcr" he said again. after a pause.
II didn't see anyone else IN the woods,
and there were such heaps ~ flowers"
well. you see, sonny, some people do