Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1907-11-12

Thcy Da0 Have n Mission to Accom-
plish After All.
In the big Wholesale house where
Sara Lambert served as stenographer
the other girls were mostly of the
frivolous type or of the dragged-out,
embittered variety of bu siness womasL
1t had been a difficult atmosphere,
but Sara had courage, sympathy and
imagination.
Sara was resoiute-neyer would she
let go her hold on the grace and beau
fy of life, even If necessity had brought
her temporarily into a sordid environ
ment. And this wonderful Sunday in
the country strengthened her resolr-
ton and deepened her sympathetic W.
derstanding of lie. What wonder, re-
Elected Sara, lying at full length OF the
soft grass, that those girls, lacking her
own early advantages of school and
travel, should become dull or silly, OBJ
liyious to any world outside the Office
walls? If she could only carry back
something out of this early May ra-
dance TO speak to them of things pure
and beautiful and free.
Sara got her feet wet in the orchard
grass, nearly missed the early train
back to town, and had to apologize
meekly TO the cross woman on the fer
ry whose hat was disturbed by the
widespreading armfu. But such tri-
ies mattered little, now that that
big jar of apple-blossoms stood
there, exquisitely greeting the employees
of the great house as they came strag-
Cling in, wearing their usual blue
Monday" faces.
The real thing amt a bit prettier'
one of the silly girls was complacent-
ly comparing the flowers on her new
hat with the blossoms.
''Humph l"-this from shipping
clerk. Wonder somebody didn't bring
the whole treei'
Il call it shame." exclaimed the
woman who had filed for the house
thirteen years. "Why, they'd have
grown into apples."
Similar unappreciatiye comments
continued all day.
These people are hopelessly dead
ened-blnd :" the discouraged believer
in the beautiful disgustedly assured
herself, closing her desk late that
night. 'I'm a fool to dream of reach
ing them"
Gould have-just a few blossoms
for my sister?' The diffident re-
quest came from Billy, the smallest aud
palest of the office boys.
"Take them ALL" said Sara, prompt
ly, glad to be rid of her mistake" Alb
sorbed in her unpleasant thoughts, she
did not notice the boys flushed face
BILLY, Billy. what is it," she cried
springing up as he suddenly dropped
the fragrant armful, breaking down ut
terly.
The two were alone now in the de.
serted office, and the pitiful little story
came out slowly, painfully-the boy and
his sister alone In the great city, the
sisters prolonged illness, the boys
brooding over her bitter needs and the
abundant wealth OF his employers. and
finally the struggle against the fearful
temptations to take what was not his
own.
1--WE were brought up on a farm,
Billy finished, brokenly. The apple
blossoms brought it all back. II
kept seeing mothers face, and then
knew I'd just got to keep honest!'
1t was very late when Sara Lambert
reached home that night, for she and
the apple-blossoms accompanied Billy
home. She was tired, but there was Il
light on her face.
I'm just foolish, impatient child
she told herself. as she brushed her
hair. "But the blessed apple blossoms
knew how to walt YOUTHS Compan-
ion.