Free trader-journal. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1916-1920, 1918-10-23
WHO MossEo THE ROSE!

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ones wanted 10 be red; the matrimony
vine said that marriage was a failure.
and the moonilower was sure the sun.
flower had the best OF it, And this
poor little flower angel was the only
one who could make everything all
right.
He was SO tired and bothered he
thought he would just go away and
take nap before he would try To get
things in smooth running order again.
So he hurried off to the forest, where
he knew of a nice shady place, and
curled himself all up tight in snug
little bundle under big oak tree. All
the birds came around and flew up in
the branches, this was just the very
prettiest angel they had ever seen IN
all their lives, and they wanted to talk
him over. But the poor flower angel
was so tired that he went to sleep and
never waited Il minute to hear what
they said about him.
The sparrow stood on one leg and
chirped; "Oh. what dear little angel!
See how yellow his hair is! Just like
the sum"
Il like his wings the best" said the
blackbird. They're just like mine"
At this there was a great chattering
Just listen to that" sneered the blue.
jay, and there were derisive calls
from that catbird: Doesn't the idiot
knew his wings are black?"
mo. don't. nor you either" retort
ed the blackbird, Il don't know what
color you call his wings. but | know
they are just like mine"
Don't let's fight said a wild rose,
leaning over so that she could peep in
to the angels face. Il like the face
because it is all pink and white. like
a rose"
Il don't think he's a bit pretty"
pouted red rose; hes altogether too
delicate TO suit me"
Il think myself that he's too sub.
dued,' agreed brilliant tiger lily.
but every one 10 his notion; ! may
be prejudiced."
"Oh, don't know about that" the
daisy said, politely; but think my.
self he would be more attractive il he
had only white in his face, to contrast
more prettily with the gold in his
hair" But the sun came into the
forest just then and asked what was
the matter. Before any one could tell
him he caught sight OF the sleeping
angel
"Hello!' he cried. Whats this?"
This is our flower angel" the pink
rose told him. isn't he pretty?'
The sun was enthusiastic. Il should
just say he was at least all | can see
of him is. What color are his eyes {?
'Oh, We don't know that yet" twit-
tered the sparrow, because he's been
asleep ever since we came, and he
hasn't opened his eyes once"
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the sun gayly. Just let me peep into
his eyes minute, and he'll open them
quick as n wink"
"Oh, no, Don't do that cried the
pink rose. Don't wake him up"
Why not?' asked the sun. Il want
ID see the color of his eyes and, any
way, he has been asleep long enor"h. g"
And the sun got himself ready fer a
good squirt into the sleeper's eyes.
The rose stamped her thorn. you
shall not do it," she declared
I'D like to know what's going to
hinder met the sun answered, far
ing up.
Il am" the rose said, defantly.
The sun shifted. you! I'd like to
see you try it,"
well, look them" cried the rose,
bending way down over the sleeper,
so that she shaded his eyes. 1t made
her stem ache dreadfuly. and the sap
all rushed into her head, but she knew
the sun couldn't so much as peep at
the angel, and she knew she was help.
ing somebody, 80 she wasn't so very
uncomfortable. But il did seem a
long time before the angel turned
over, rubbed his eyes, stretched him.
self and finally really woke up.
Now then" said the sun. His
eyes ire blue
His eyes are blue" said the little
brown thrush
His eyes are blue." chlrpsd rob
in. And one by one all the birds in
the forest took UP the refrain. This
bothered the angel; he was { little
cross anyway. as people are some.
times when they first awake from
nap. We'll, what if they are?" he
grumbled. That's nothing new" And
be frowned at them all. But when
somebody had explained things to him
and had told him how the dear rose
had protected him he was his old
sweet self again.
He smiled his prettlest at his pro-
tector and asked her what he could
do to pay his debt to her; she firted
her pink skirts and would not answer.
But he Insisted. What could he do to
pay his debt?