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Show FLOWERS BY THE WAYSIDE. A young girl visiting the ountry was follow-. ing the farmer's wife along a winding half overgrown over-grown path amid a tangle of wild flowers. The young visitor exclaimed at their beauty, "I mean to gather all I can carry when we come back and I have a little more time," she said. "Better pick them now if you want them," said the older woman. wo-man. ''Tain't likely we'll come back this way." It was one of those simple, homely incidents that sometimes seem to epitomize life. We must pick now, if we want them at all, the flowers that God scatters along our way. The pleasant hours, the dear friendships, the offered confidences, the happy gatherings all the brightnesses and blessings that we so often push aside, but mean to find leisure to enjoy sometime we must take them day by day as they come, or we shall lose them altogether; we never can turn back to find them. |