Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-07-30

daisy said, politely. but | think my
self he would be more attractive if he
had only white in his face: TO contrast
more prettily with the gold in his
hair" But the sun came into the for
est lust then and asked what was the
matter. Before any one could tell him
he caught sight of the sleeping angel.
Hello" he cried. whats all this?'
"This is our flower angel" the pink
rose told him. Isn't he pretty?"
The sun was enthusiastic. Il should
just say he was-at least all | can see
of him is. What color are his eyes. l
always think that first-beauty de-
ponds upon the eyes"
"Oh, we don't know that yet" twit-
tered the sparrow, because he's been
asleep ever since we came, and he
hasn't opened his eyes once"
Its easy enough to do that" said
the sun gaily Just let me peep into
his eyes a minute and he'll open them
quick as a wink
"Oh mol Don't DO that" cried the
pink rose; don't wake him up"
"Why not?" sked the sun. 81 want
to see the color OF his eyes-and any
way he has been asleep long enough
And the sun made himself ready for a
good squint into the sleepers eyes.
The rose stamped her thorn. you
'1'd like to know what's going to
hinder me-" the sun answered, flaring
up.
81 an" the rose said, defiantly.
The sun shifted. You! I'd like to
see you try it,"
"Well look, them" cried the rose,
so that she shaded his eyes. 1t made
her stem ache dreadfully and the sap
all rushed into her head, but she knew
the sun couldn't so much as peep at
the angel, and she knew she was help
ing somebody, so she wasn't so very
uncomfortable. But ic did seem long,
long time before the angel turned over,
rubbed his eyes, stretched himself and
finally woke up.
Nov, then" said the sun, "his eyes
are blue."
His eyes are blue." sang the little
brown thrush
His eyes are blue!" chirped a robin
And one by one all the birds in the fol-
est took up the refrain. This bothered
the angel; he was a little cross, any
way, as people are sometimes when
they first awake from a nap. well,
what if they are?" he grumbled
That's nothing new" And he frowned
at them all. But when somebody had
explained things to him, and had told
him how the dear pink rose had pro-
tected him, he was his old sweet self
again.
He smiled his prettiest at his pro-
tector and asked her what he could do
to pay his debt to her. She fiirted her
pink skirts and would not answer. But
he insisted: What could he do to pay
his debt?"
Give me one charm more" she
pleaded at last
prise. you are the queen of all my
blossoms n0w-the prettiest, the
daintiest, the very sweetest of them
all. How can l give you any other
grace?"
The little rose shook her pretty
head. Il am all one color" she insist
ed. 81 woufd be prettier to be two or
three
The flower angel had a bright idea
STOPPING down, he gathered handouts
of soft green moss and threw them at
her. At first she was almost covered.
but he fused and pulled and coaxed
and patted until the moss was lying
all over her petals in just the right
way to show the pink through. Then
he stepped back and looked at his
work. at is better" he said half to-
himself and half to the rose. And so
he his let the moss stay on until this
very day.