The Monmal (Dillon, Mont.) 1906-1918, March 01, 1913, Image 15

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THE MONMAL 15 this face I know she would get better.” He became so absorbed in his new thoughts, that his errand became lost to him, his dime, the lilies, the altar and even the church seemed to fade away from him. Rudely he was awakened from the happiest dream he had ever dreamed, by a hand placed upon his head. “ What do you want here, little man? Are you in a trance?” The little man slowly twisted his cap between his hands and blinked his eyes as if trying to collect his thoughts which were running away with him. “ Could I have been in heaven? Mother says there is such a place and if I ’ m a good boy I’ll some day be there.” “ Please, mister, may I have just one of those lilies?” lie asked timidly. He reached forth his little hand to receive the treasure. “ These lilies are Easter offerings and not to be given away,” said the sexton. “ Yes, but I have a dime, a dime, and I’ll give it to you. I never did have a lily.” The man turned to the altar and jjicked up a small drooping lily. He gave it to the child and hurried him down the aisle toward the doorway, paying no attention to his repeated thanks and exclamations of delight. He hurried homeward. In one hand he held his belov­ ed flower. The other hand was jammed deep into the pock­ et of his trousers, to make sure that his dime was still »■ there. “ A dime and a lily, both on Easter day! What would mother say?” Breathlessly he climbed the flight of rickety stairs and stood on the landing before the door. Very gently he push­ ed the door ajar and peeped in. No, she was not asleep, she was waiting for him. “ O, mother!” he exclaimed, “ see what I have for you! A lily, a real true Easter lily from the church. I have a dime in my pocket, too!” A bright smile flittered but a moment across the pale features and a thin white hand stretched forth to take the

The Monmal (Dillon, Mont.), 01 March 1913, located at <>, image provided by MONTANA NEWSPAPERS, Montana Historical Society, Helena, Montana.