Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1904-11-14
THE ANGELS GOLDEN LILIES.

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So long ago, there lived rich manda-
rim who had two sons, Foo sing ana
Iii Wing. They lived in a part OF
China where the land is low and
|swampy.
Now. Ii Wing had a horrid dispo-
s;tion and was as jealous as he could
b.. of his sunnny-tempered younger
brother. Foo Sing was popular with
everybody because Of his pleasant dis
nosit;on and the reverse-could be said
Of his sullen-tempered brother. LII
Wing managed to influence his IA
r. or so that when he thought to divide
his property between his two sons ne
was led by the willy Ii Wing to think
50 much of his superior wisdom tina,
Ia left it to him to divide the prop
erty after his death.
No sooner had the days of mourn
ing passed for the old man than Ii
Wing fastened to divide the large
estate. giving to Foo Sing the part
that he deemed entirly worthless
q low. swampy stretch Of land. This
ho gave to Foo Sing with a great air
of condescension and as little money
as he possibly could. Poor Foo Sings
heart was heavy within him at the
depressing poverty that he saw him
self doomed to, with this waste OF
useless land as his heritage. Foo
Sing knew that his money would no
last long, and he had neither profes.
sion nor occupation with which to
earn money.
He finally made up his mind to
come to America. He came, and
while travelling through the country
doing little odd jobs, he always gave
particular attention to the methods
used in cultiyating swampy lands in
the West He saw it reclaimed and
made to yield rich crops of rice. Then
he said to himself:
Il will return home and use the
knowledge | have cleaned for the
benefit of my marshy lamb il my
erasping brother has not already ap
appropriated even that poor soil
When he returned to his native
province it was within two weeks OF
New Years. 1t was an utterly dis
ccuraging prospect, that first view OF
his ancestral acres. Pools of stag
nant water covered it, with rank
coarse grass and rushes rose in dry
clumps. and rus led in the bleak win
try winds Ike the dry bones OF his
vanished hopes His stock of money
Y as entirely too small for him to
think of undertaking the ferculean
task with it. AS he lay sleepless that
night in his trouble, turning over in
his mind what he should do now, an
angel appeared to him and dropped
package of seed on the bed.
"Take these seeds" said the angel,
"and sprinkle them over every part
OF your marsh There lies a fortune
for you in that swampy place. Do
not be discouraged, for you shall reap
"A golden harvest from it,
With these words the angel vanish
ea, and Foo Sing would have thought
tho whole incident a dream were 1t
not that in his hand lay the package
Ot seed
EARLY in the morning Foo Sing set
out to SOW the seed before any one
else was up To see what he was about
land laugh at his folly, "planting seed
in a worthless marsh.''
Day after day he visited the bleak
waste Of land, and was as OF en- dlsap-
pointed. Everything still seemed the
same and his heart sank within him.
Then it rained-how it did pour!
|Steady, continuously, as if il never
meant to cease until his marshy land
va. completely flooded Foo Sing
could see the specks of seed floating
on the water. And that said ne
lmournfully, :. is the end of the last
shred of hope
When the flood had subsidized some.
what he visited the meadows again.
He could not keep away from the spot
rat all he saw was the same brown
rushes and tn. dead grass.
81 will not go near the place again.
he said.
The night before Chimes. New Year
the angel appeared again to 200 Sing
"Now." said he, go early tomor-
row morning and gather in your har-
vest of gold, for it's ripe"
Before the sun rose, Foo Sing has
| tened to his treasure land" and
there, scattered all over the dreary
brown Of the marsh, were small green