The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1907-03-24

-Vua ~ eGteT upon any enterprise what
ever IT WAS not so much, now, that
Paul wanted flowers for the mission;
= was simply his genius for adventure
wElcl crowned his quest, and in a
twinldinG, brought him safely back
again.
i have never known how they man.
aged. But kindly hands at the door
contrived pals ara tins and what not,
and dare sly that che vender whom
Pau. brought bacil With MIN, bearing
4 great Basket Of bloom, may have lent
& hand, too. for the whole world is
kindly 70 help in suca sweet Offices.
II all events, when the minister lifted
l;is eyes from tho Bible with "Let us
pray &c words faitcred on his lips,
and ne looked down she aisle in amaze,
mcnt The entrance door had swung
open, squeakiue. and the congregation
tGrned In a body and saw what he
saw. And though | may or may not
Cling, beside me, and I fancy that I
say with his eyes that huge man who
had shown us a seat. and the minis
ter's wife herself. who had somehow
been summoned, and one or two be-
sides, Ike vassals to Lady Flora, bear.
ing daiiodils and hyacinths, violets and
tulips IN a glory. OF color, and great
| hign pulpit beside the Bible.
"Loolit' Lookit' Now they know
it's spring." went Paul excitedly. But
/ glanced Mt the schoolmaster g wife,
and / watched her as she first saw
what vas happening; and then my
I absurd for q man Of seventy, whose
I heart is supposed to be old and dis
/ interested. For | saw her look quicken
and her eyes seek mine for assent, and
thcreupoE she leaned and thrust all her
sun of daifodlls into the hands Of the
minister 5 wife, who, was coming back
up the aisle. And glory was added to
glory about the plain pulpit, and the
! ugly little organ ay, and IN the face.
| of the srhoolmaster g wife. 1t is
strange, and before all things strange,
how q gift of daffodils ,can kindle a
certain fame.
And the minister. who had been
| about TO say. 'fLct us pray changed
his mind and said IL IN another way,
with ''Let us give thanks. y And at
sign from him tine poor little organ
burst out suddcn,' as Paul would
| have hoped, and we all came TO our
! feet with one impulse, singing Praise
| God, from whom ali blessings flow, -
And [ sing with the rest, for very
10y of the noon Of colors of the spring
/ there before US. though, indeed, my
singing is, I must believe. the sorriest
matter in the whole world.
! J protest that 7 have no least idea
what that service was about. either
what else they sang or what the min
was very humble and thankful, too,
and instinct with AN understanding
that [ could not name, For, on sud
den. I myself seemed TO have risen
from the dead of my ancient selhshness
aud 10 have come little nearer TO
something that ] do not know. Indeed.
If was in that bare little room as II
/ ln ha1
and the sehoolmsster q wife sat with
listening ewes and. / dare be sworn, no
thought whatever of her simple hnery.
Is it not strange that gift of spring
| flowers should do so muchH
But rs for Paul, be wriggled softly
the precise second that the benediction
was pronounced he was tiptoe az my
ear with new project.
Come on-come on, he SAID ex'
citedly. eliot s go and do that for
Lots OF people. 7 ain t afraid to go
and buy flowers alone!
Then / saw that the schoolmaster
and the minister and the huge man,
red of face, were all irving to shake
hands with me- IN sheer excess of good
spirits And when at last we four
were safe in the brougham again the
schoolmaster wife laid her hand on
"|TSank YOU for today" she said,
"Thank you FOR us both. l can never
Pooh. ,, said ] rudely. don 7 thank
me. thank Paul here. And, By the
wav. we must 90 and hunt out some
daffodils for you 10 take the place or
those others. And suppose we all lunch
together somewhere-what do you
says'
Then the carriage emerged smartly
upon the avenue, and we saw the
March sun shining gladly down on an
folk, and Paul bounced up and down
among the cushions.
It's spring. said he, at the top OF
mis- shrill voice.
did not reprove him, And ! saw
two men on the corner looking after
him with kindly eyes;
We four sat about the table at lunch
con and smiled al one another across
great bowl Of dafodils.
'ENow Easters over, said Paul,
with a sigh, as ii all holidays had taken
to disappearing. one at tune. 80
'sYes; Easter is past, rePeatea,
uuimaginatively; but yet my s'gn was was
deep enough, as slghs will DC at seN-
enty-or so they say.
Tho srhoolmaster s wife looked al
me Really, she is a very pretty WON
an. and her mouth droops far less tnan
'No,N she said. 1t ls not pas.
This Easter never will be pastor
"'' And the boy of schoolmaster-
prnn INV word he looked at her so
sdorinoly that ! dropped my eyes TO
Paul's little face.
Panl was frownipg rehectively 49,,
NBut what do you do when 1t 8
Easter7' he wanted to know ,.,,,
@Ah, well, now, what did we dof'
! asked briskly.
Paul nodded at the dafodils.
'sI guess Casters just as mucn as
Christmas an birthdays is, if you know
now, he said joyfully
We elder three met one anothsI
eyes and smiled an understanding why