Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1921-09-07
LOST OPPORTUNITIES.

go by
Unheeded-are lost for aye;
And we sadly think, when it is too late,
OF the kind words we didn't say.
Sometimes there comes, with it's fer
vent heat,
A coal from the altar of fire,
And touches our lips with message
sweet
That would help some soul from the
But the hour goes by with the words
unsaid,
The message is taken away,
And a soul is lost for lack of the help
OF the words we did not say.
To our hearts there comes, like an
angels song,
A glorious, glad refrain;
If we heed it not, like sweet lost
chord
We can never hear it again.
That song might have thrilled the null
titude,
Might have made the whole world
ring;
But the moment is past and we weep
sad tears
For the song we did not sing.
There are thoughts and words and
Toying deeds
That come to us day by day;
We must grasp them now-if we wait
too long
They are lost forever and aye.
If there's aught of good that we can
do,
While struggling over life's plain,
Let us do it now, for the chance once
VIII never come back again.
Dear M. B. Friends:
The poem for this week was Sc
lected by Mrs. A. G. Reed of Allan
tic. She has been a shut-in for al
most two years, and l am sure some
of you will remember her in some
special way. In nice letter to me
she writes:
II wish there would be more of the
NJ. BIS write. Their letters are lots
of company to me- l read every word
of The American"
The nieces must not forget to
send recipes that are called for.
A lady visiting me lately gave me
an idea which l pass on, because it
works well. When you have green
peas or string beans cooked, more
than required for that meal, butter
only those you are going to serve
then, and season the rest, after heat
ing them, when you are going to
serve them.
Yes, Jasmine was right; we pro-
pose to keep up our customary re-
unions henceforth. 1t was good to
see so many of our good M. BIS to-
gether. and if l had failed to meet
them-even though it was for brief
season. truly think I could not
have forgiven myself.
l hope the younger readers of the
column will enjoy Sadie's story of
the olden days.
Dear Aunt Madge and all our Good
Sisters:
l have been on a months visit, and
am home again. l thought to get
home in time to put up some berries,
but have not very many. But, OH the
black berries! The woods are full of
them, dropping off, and people have
all they want. They are a healthful
berry, and eaten with cream and SUI
gar. are delicious. The Rev John P,
Simonton once told me that the black
berry contained more iron than any
other known berry.
l will relate little story to the
young folks; how a little girls life
was saved by eating the berry. Years
ago l used to tell it to my children,
whose heads are now turning gray.
Years and years ago, somewhere in
Maine, probably in the eastern part
when it was mostly covered with for
ests, rich. men from other parts of
the country bought up large tracts of
cumberland and hired men to cut the
timber. Some took their families into
the woods and built log huts. One
man took his wife and little daughter
with him, built a log camp, and they
lived very comfortably, with plenty of
game.
One day the mother sent her little
girl INTO the WOouS with neT IdtneT
dinner, and told her not to leave the
wood road. Going along, she saw a
beautiful butterfly, so she set down her
pail to catch it. After a while it flew
up into tree. Then she found she
was lost. She wandered around. call
ing for her father, and went farther
into the forest.
When night came and the father re-
turned, the mother inquired for the
child, but he had not seen her. So
they searched all night and for several
days. They found the pail with the
fathers dinner. Then they feared
that she must have persisted of hunger
or that some wild beast had devoured
her.
Another wood-chopper who lived in
his log hut some miles away, alone,
was chopping one day when he heard
| a sound that he thought was made by
a wild animal. He was surprised to
see little girl picking blackberries,
Her head was bare, and her clothing
| torn to rags. She was somewhat
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