Show As I was passing one of t the he flower stands on Main Street one evening last week a avee vee wee mite of a girl with an aureola of tangled red red gold gold hair was standing before a great bunch of roses and fern leaves which were grouped artistically around a stately tiger-lily tiger and eyeing them wistfully she timidly stroked the soft petals with her tiny fingers Something in the gaze of the child attracted my attention an and I stepped into the shade of a way door-way to observe her The rays of the electric light fell full upon her lighting up h her r face and making the aureola of golden hair seem like that which adorns the heads of angels in the pictures of theOld theOld the theOld Old Masters I could see her lips move I approached approached approached ap ap- nearer II Oh Oh if Elsie could have only one of them said she II I I think she would get well The voice and look of the child told volumes of suffering of sympathy of love I out came out of the shadow called the came proprietor proprietor proprietor pro pro- of the stand and loaded the eager arms of the child with roses marguerites violets all an the kinds she thought were pretty and believed Elsie would like She did not stop to thank me but uttered one glad cry f Oh how glad she will be and be and and started along the street at a run I followed her several squares then up a narrow alley and into a dark court She stopped before a door opening off a narrow veranda and seeing me near her asked with no sign of surprise if I would II please open the door I did didas as she asked She disappeared inside without another word and then I heard her voice saying gladly Oh sister Elsie look look I caught just a glimpse of a pale face beautiful like the childs child's though there were lines of suffering upon it turned towards the new-comer new as she emptied her arms upon Elsie's pillow almost burying her herin herin herin in a heap of blossoms And what a smile appeared on the face of the invalid invalid invalid in in- valid what joy there was while the little one decked her hair streaming over over the pillow with roses creamy and andred andred andred red and her breast with violets In Inthe Inthe Inthe the midst of their joy the little one whispered Elsie when I heard you 1 say this afternoon how you wished you might go out on the hills and see the flowers now it is so bright and warm I just prayed that God would send some flowers to you and make you get I well and then when I saw so many pretty ones at the store I asked Him to send an angel to buy some for you s r but He didn't He just sent a man Oh but hut men are angels sometimes i said the older girl i II Yes I thought as I walked back r through the dark streets and then along the lighted walks to my lodging II men men are angels sometimes angels sometimes and children are too the oftener that they are nearer that mysterious erious hidden world th than an we And how often amid the petty cares that drag us down we forget that Gods God's Godsk k angels live always among us in human guise uise and that no prayer is so efficient l to call them near us as a response to that simple pure human love which is the hearts heart's most divine gift T. T |