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Show Late Flowers: St0$Jge By MARY GRAHAM BONNER "And pray tell us why you tali so harshly about money?" asked the 1 weeds. "They say that money Is fine thing. They nil like It. We've heard the children asking for It, too." "It's funny," said the goldenrods. "Of course It Is needed to help people peo-ple live, but when they talk about flowers and how much they cost-well, cost-well, we really can't stand that." The goldenrods looked very sad, and drooped a tittle, "Oh, pick up your heads." said the weeds. "You mustn't be un- Indeed we wouldn't They could plant dollars all around our roots and It wouldn't make a scrap of difference. "That shows how much we care for money, and the people who only like flowers that cost a great deal." "You have almost as much sense as though you were weeds," suld the weeds. "Oh," smiled the goldenrods, "that Is because we are near to weeds In a way. "We are called flowers, but we are wild (lowers. We do not grow In gardens or In hot houses; no, we grow all over the fields and meadows. mead-ows. "We grow out In the open under the sky." THERE were some late golden-rods golden-rods nodding their beads and talking. It was late In the season for many of thera to be around. "Some folks don't care about you," said some weeds In the field nearby. "There are some folks," said the goldenrods, shaking their heads quite hard, "who donl like anything any-thing unless It costs mouey, hard, cold money. "Just as though money would make us grow. "They could pour those things they call pennies, and nickels and dimes and even quarters all over us and do you suppose we'd grow for them? "Oh, Look at the Lovely Golden-rods." Golden-rods." happy because people tulk about flowers that cost a lot "Most of them don't do that. Most of them love wild flowers and love to see them and gather them." Just then some children came along. "Oh, look at the lovely golden-rods," golden-rods," said one. "I thought they were all gone," said another. "Isn't this wonderful finding so ninny here," said a tliird child. The weeds whispered to the gold nrods: ' "Now are you happy?" The goldenrods whispered back to the weeds and said to them : "Indeed we ore." And as the children gnthered gome of the late goldenrods and said how much they loved them the goldenrods were sad no longer. They are so bright and so love to give Joy and pleasure. 1(c). UJO. Western Nnntiw Onion. |