Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1903-07-30
THE ANGEL OF THE FLOWERS.
He Gave the Dear, Pink Rose Pretty
Moss Jacket to Pay His Debt.

was very weary. Inc UullSEcup anu
the cowslip had had heated discus.
sion as to which one was real cream
yellow; the purple pansies all wanted
to be white and the white ones wanted
to be red; the matrimony vine said
that marriage was a failure; and the
moonflower was sure the sunflower had
the best of it. And this poor little
flower angel was the only one who
could make everything all right.
He was so tired and bothered that
he thought he would just go away and
take nap before he would try to get
things in smooth running order again.
So he hurried off into the forest where
he knew there was a nice shady place;
and curled himself all up tight in Il
snug little bundle under big oak
tree. All the birds came around and
flew up in the branches; this was just
the prettiest angel they had ever seen
in all their lives, and they wanted to
talk him over. But the poor flower
angel was so tired that he went right
to sleep and never waited a minute to
hear what they said about him.
The sparrow stood on one leg and
chirped ooh, what dear little angel!
See how yellow his hair is! Just like
the SUM-"
Il like his wings the BEST" said the
blackbird. They're just like mine"
At this there was great chattering.
Gust listen to that" sneered the
bluejay, and there was derisive calls
from the catbfrd Doesn't the idiot
know his wings are black?"
mo, l don't, nor you, either" re,
torted the blackbird. 81 don't know
what color you call his wings, but
know they are just like mine"
Don't let us fight" said wild rose,
leaning over so that she could peep
into the angels face; Il like his face
because it is all pink and white like
rose"
81 don't think he is bit pretty"
pouted red rose; he's altogether too
delicate to suit me-"
II think myself that he is too sub
dued," agreed brilliant tiger lily.
But every one to his notion. I may
be prejudiced."
ooh, don't know about that" the
daisy said, politely. But l 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 just then and asked what was the
matter. Before any one could tell him
he caught sight of the sleeping angel.
Hello" he cried. what's 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.
always think that first-beauty de-
ponds upon the eyes"
ooh, 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 70! Don't do that" cried the
pink rose; don't wake him up"
"Why not?" sked the sun. II 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 sleeper's eyes.
The rose stamped her thorn. you
shall not do it," she declared.
I'D like to know what's going to
hinder me-" the sun answered, fiaring
up.
al am" 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 II did seem long,
long time before the angel turned over,
j rubbed his eyes, stretched himself and
! finally woke up.
! Now, 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 nap We'll
what II 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 sell
again.
He smiled his prettiest at his pro
tector and asked her what he could dc