The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1906-06-29

shade Of pines, Darrell lighting his pipe
II envy thee, boy" said the tinker,
entering on thy life work in this great
land-a country blest O. God. To thee
all high things are possible. Where
was born, let a poor lad have great
hope In him, an all-aye, all--even
those he loved, rose up to cry him
down. Here I'm this land all cheer an
bid him godspeed. An here is to be the
great theater o. the worlds action.
Many of high hope in the broad earth
shall come, an here they shall do their
work. An its spirit shall spread like
the rising waters, aye, it shall food The
world, boy, it shall flood the worldly
Trove made no reply, but he thought
much and deeply Of what the tinker
said. They lay back awhile on the
needle carpet, thinking. They could
hear the murmur Of the brook and q
woodpecker drumming on a dead tree.
"Me head is busy as yon woodpeck-
er's," Darrell went on. Its the soul
fire in this great, free garden o. Cod
it's America. Have We felt it, boy?"
Eyes; it is in your eyes and ON your
tongue" said Trove.
"Ah, boy, it's only Gods oxygen.
Think o. the poor fools whitening on
cracker barrels in Hillsborough an
wearing away the lag end o. their
lewdness.' l have no patience with
the like o. them. I'd rather be a
butchers clerk an carry with me the
redolence o. ham,"
In Hillsborough, where all spoke of
him as an odd man of great learning,
there were none, saving Trove and two
or three others. that knew the tinker
well, for he took no part in the roaring
gossipof shop and store.
Hath it ever occurred to thee, said
Darrell as they walked along, "that
fool is blind to his folly, wise man to
his wisdom?'
When they were through the edge Of
the wilderness and came out on Cedar
hill and saw below them the great
round shadow of Robins Inn they be-
gan to hasten their steps. They could
see Polly reading book under the big
tree.
"What no, the little queen" said
Darrell as they came Lear. Now, put
upon her brow AN odorous chaplet o.
sweet summer buds"
She came to meet them in a pretty
pink dress and slippers and white
stockings.
Fair lady, bring thee flowers"
said Darrell, handing her bouquet.
"They are from, the great garden O.
the fields.'
And / bring a crown" said TrOve
as he kissed her and put wreath of
clover and wild roses on ger brow.
81 thought something dreadful had
happened" said Polly, with tears in
her eyes. For three days I've been
dressed up waiting"
AN a grand dress it is" said OAR
rel, surveying her pretty figure.
"I've nearly worn it out waiting"
said she, looking down, her voice trem-
bling.
'Tut, tut, girl-'tis lovely Dress"
the tinker insisted.
ut Is one my mother wore when she
was girl" said Polly proudly. at
was made over"
O-oh, God love thee, child!' said the
tinker In a tone of great admiration.
"'Tis beautiful"
"And you came through the woodsr p
said Polly.
Through wood and field,' was
Trove's answer.
II wonder you knew the way" ~
"The little god o. love, he shot his
arrows, an we followed them as the
hunter follows the bee," said Darrell.
1T was nice of you to bring the
flowers" said Polly. "They are beau
tiful."
"But not like those in thy cheeks,
dear child. Where is the good moth
erT said Darrell.
"She and the boys are gone a-berry-
Ing, and l have been making jelly.
We're going to have a party tonight
for your birthday"
"'An' rise up before the hoary head
nm honor the face o. the old man."