Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1909-04-08

The next order of exercise was the
presentation of the flowers to those
who had won prizes; but before this
was done, the president of the Little
Mothers society arose on the plat
form and said:
children. we will give you your
lilies in pot in a few minutes, but
before we do SO l want to tell you
something about the history of this
wonderful flower which is regarded
all over the world as the symbol of
the Christ, because of its great
beauty and purity. The mother of all
the lilies is called the Gigantic lily.
It's Latin name is Lileum. In the
world there are 1900 kinds of lilies.
The Gigantic lily grows across the
seas in New South Wales But lilies
grow all over the world. The lily has
been celebrated in song and story for
hundreds of years. A very celebrated
woman, by the name of Julia Ward
Howe, who lives in Boston, wrote a
great hymn calledd The Battle Hymn
VI INV i.SpupilS. II Is SCI W lue tune
of John Browns Body It is consid-
cred to be one Of the greatest hymns
ever written in America. At the open
ing OF this hymn the author alludes to
the lily in the following words:
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ
was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that trans
figures YOU and me,
AS he died to make men holy, let us
die to make men free,
AS we go marching on"
But little Mary Ellen Ryan couldn't
wait to hear any more moralizins
about lilies. She wanted her individu
al flower. Stepping up to the plat
form and holding flower pot up to
view, from which no bloom sprouted
and from the bottom Of which flowed
small stream Of water, she said:
Teacher, kin | have me flower?
Katy kinsela says I can't have none,
cause mine is dead. But I tried SO
hard to keep it alive-'deed I did.
teacher. They must have been some
thin the matter with mine. I didn't
do nothin 'cept put water on it, lest
as Miss Hope to' me- but the posy
went away. | got a tin Quart pail.
what mamma got the lard in, an I
scrubbed it with ashes till it was
bright like the loollin' glass. an car
RED 1t down five stairways into the
yard, where they is a big pump. an
filled the pail six times every day.
here her voice broke-"an' I carried
II upstairs, cause they amt any water
pipes in our house, an | poured il all
on the posy. But before | poured all
the water on it it growed real nice
till Jamie Barlow, that lives on orr
floor, sWiped the green tor Of nv
flower to make a full dress bououet
for his girl that was goin' to hall !"
Here Mary Ellen's voice was
drowned for minute in the flood tide
OF lamentation. Then she SLOWLY
emerged from the swelling tide as
Miss Hope muttered under her
breath:
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! I shall have
TO go out; I surely can't stand this"
AHai I4'1eA resumed as her
head emerged:
l--l-l watered it, an I watered if
I'LL the cold came an froze the numn
the pump, an | couldn't get any more
water, an I had to go to Mrs. MIR.
phys next door to get some An,
when the wind was comm in the
Wlnder, an the fire was out in tho
night time, | put my dress around the
posy an hid it under the bed. But if
never come back, it never come back,
mat was three weeks ago, an sister
says that put SO much water on tho
Posy that I-I-T-" Here tho tidos
or regretful emotion swamped the
gentle soul once more, and She con.
Guided, with passionate burst of
yearn'ng, Sister says that I thoupht
the posy was too thirsty an I-1-J
drowned it with too much water"
Inc next morning Miss Amaryl1is
Hope went into the most exc]nsive
hover shop on Broadway. She picked
out Philippine lily, three feet tar
win golden heart and a bell flower
eight inches across. She said 70 tho
clerk: ~ 'no
rake this down to Christie street
Miss Mary Ellen Ryan-and fell bor
not to use the water so n,en,if,,,,n
this time" 't''
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