The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1905-02-09
LOVER. THERE.
By Elizabeth Ayres.

MOlle brown, nine years Olu "dS
very angry. Her brother Fred, who
was three years older than Mollie, had
gone into the country with two other
boys on o. fishing excursion. His SIS
ter wanted to go with him, but her
mother said no, and her father said
no, and worst of all, Fred told her he
couldn't be bothered with girls SO
>MolIie was left behind very angry
child who felt that she had been ter
.ribly abused. She refused to speak to
any one at breakfast, and would not
look at Fred when he started OH with
his fishing rod across his shoulder.
"Good-by. Mollie," he said when ne
went away. "I'll find something nice
to bring you
But Mollie would not speak, and
made face at him, so he called teas
! ingly,-
sMollie's mad and I'm glad
And I know what will please her,
but he did not tell what would please
her, for just then the other boys came
around the corner, and away they
started down the street, forgetting all
about Mollie.
She stood looking after them, red
. faced and scowling and trying to keep
the tears back.
81 Just hate boys" she thought. Il
hate everybody! / wish everybody was
dead and buried and-and-every-
thing!'' She stamped her foot and
scowled harder.
Her mother called her to come into
the house. She was planning some
thing pleasant for Mollie to do, but
Mollie would not answer her. She ran
down to the end of the garden, where
she hid behind row Of currant bushes
and sat there sulking. 1t was very
pleasant in the garden! There was
8 narrow space between the currant
bushes and the fence, and against the
fence there were nasturtiums grow
ing. covered with blossoms, and be-
hind the nasturtium vines were tall
sunflowers, lifting their round, nat
faces far above Mollie's head.
Mollie sat on the ground thinking
how unkindly she was treated. She
watched the bees slipping honey from
the nasturtiums, and the little Wild
canaries fiuttering in the faces OF the
sunfowers, hunting for ripened SEEDS.
Mollie was so still that the bees and
birds forgot she was there, and went
on getting their breakfasts as II no
human being was in sight.
Pretty soon Mollie grew tired OF do
ing nothing, so she decided to dig a
well. She got her spade-Mollie had
a nice little set of garden tools and
went to work. She was not yet very
good natured, so she dug as hard
and fast as she could. 1t was easy TO
make O hole in the soft, moist clay,
and before long Mollyie had deep
place followed out ready to be filled
with water. She felt tired and warm
after digging so hard, and thought she
would rest awhile. She sat down again
on the ground, near the pile of clay she
had spaded up, and leaned over to
look into the we'll. The longer she
looked the deeper the hole seemed to
grow. The bottom was sinking tarth-
er down, when strange. thing nap
pened.
There was star shining deep down
in the earth, twinkling up at Mollle.
She thought she heard q voice saying,
"Follow me, Mollie, follow me- anu
almost without knowing how she got
there. Mollie was down in the we'll,
following the star through an under
ground passage. The star foated
ahead of her, shedding soft light so
she could see where she was going, and
presently she came out OF the oarA
massage into a wide, sunny place filled
with beautiful trees and plants. The
sky above was the bluest that Mollle
had ever seen, and the flowers on the
plants the strangest and loveliest.
They seemed to be alive and futtered
nm their stems like butterflies. The
star that had led Moliie had disap-
peared, but after she looked around
to find it she knew where it had gone
for the trees were spangled with stars
that danced and quivered on the green
leaves.
Mollie had never imagined there
could be such beautiful place, and
the longer she looked the more beautl-
full it grew. She wished there was
sore one she might ask about it, and
like a fash her wish was granted. A
fairy queen stood by her side, dressed
in filnly, floating robes of green, and
on her brow a star was glistening and
her wand was tipped with twink
ling star.
Good morning, Mollie," she said.
"Dear child you want to know where
you are and l will tell you. This is
Over There, the place Of beautiful
thoughts, and l am the queen who
guards them. The stars and the but
terfly flowers are all good thoughts
that fly to people who want them. |
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