Los Angeles herald., 1910-09-04

When Ethel grew older she was left
q large country estate. This she had
fixed up SO that fifty children could
be there at a time; they would stay a
month, then others would come and
so on through the twelve months She
became settlement worker herself
and never forgot her first day in the
slums of New York, nor her first kind
act to these poor people.
BEULAH BRODE.
Los Angeles, B 8, Jefferson school.
901 W. Thirty-fourth street.
Dear Aunt Laurie:
"Oh! how awful" said Ethel. 'T
hope he will like the flowers"
II am sure he will be delighted"
said Aunt Helen And soon they were
at little Johnnie's house.
1t wasn't much of : a house; it was
rather a shed, but they thought them
selves fortunate at having that It
was better than living in a tenement
house. Miss Helen nocked at the
door and it was opened by a stout and
good-natured Irish woman. She knew
Miss Helen and greeted her cordially.
Little Johnnie was sitting over In
one corner of the room with his arm
(or rather what was left of his arm)
all bandaged up. He was very pleased
with the flowers and thanked them
again and again.
They soon took their leave and
walked on toward a large tenement
house. The boys and girls were ragged
and dirty and Ethel wondered how
they could even exist in such a place.
Now, let us go up and give the
rest of the flowers to these poor chill
dren Some of them have never had
flowers for their own"
So they went into the old building
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stairs.
A young, but careworn woman open
ed 1t and was very surprised at
seeing such well dressed people at her
door.
I'VE have come to bring you some
flowers" announced Miss Helen.
"Oh, I'm so glad" cried the wo-
man, her wan face lighting up. Lucy
is so sick, an she loves flowers"
So they went in and gave the flow
ers to her. The room was small. with
the bed, stove and dining table all
in the same room.
A little girl about years old was
lying in the bed. She was pale and
thin and Ethel felt so sorry for her.
She hugged the flowers and closed
her eyes, and when they left her there
was a smile O. peace and contentment
on her face.
They went from door to door until
the basket was empt- and as they
walked home Ethel said:
"Oh, didn't know my flowe' could
make so many people happy How
lucky am to have SO many"
Yes, dear, you are very lucky. And,
as you have so many flowers, I will
come again and take them to some
other children. There are many more
children like these who have never
had flowers.
81 would love to have you come"
answered Ethel. and she walked on,
thinking this very queer world.
ESTHER WROTTENBERG.
1922 Third street, Santa Monica, CAL;
age. 13; grade B8.
This story is very good, but too
long. Must not be more than $50
words, you know.
Dear Aunt Laurie:
Seated by a window in a poor little
house was little, sad faced boy, but
on seeing Aunt Helen coming his little
face frightened up with radiant joy.
Ethel did not ask any questions as
they neared the door, for she was too
much interested in the little face
pressed against the window.
We did not need to rap, for Johnnie's
voice could be heard calling us to
"come right in
On seeing Ethel johnnie was a bit
timid. but Aunt Helen told him Ethel
was a friend who had come to bring
him some pretty flowers.
ooh, please, Aunt Helen, may / have
just one flower for my very own?''
Yes, indeed, you may" as Ethel
handed him one of the prettiest
punches.
"Oh, thank YOU" said Johnnie as he
clasped the flowers in his little hands.
When Aunt Helen told Johnnie they
must be goins he was very sorry but
told them to be sure and come again.
Miss Ethel" he added, shyly,
please bring me some more flowers"
"Oh, yes, will bring you some every
week.
"And now we must be going on"
said Aunt Helen, as she and Ethel
waved goodby to Johnnie.
One old lady, who was blind and
who had never before held a flower,
interested Ethel very much. 1t was
really pathetic to see that dear old
lady kiss and caress those flowers as
tenderly as one would child.
That evening as Ethel sat before her
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