The Birthday Party Part 4

"Now you keep still a few minutes, Tommy, if you can,"

interposed Mrs. Lee.

"At the corner of Wall Street----"

"I know where that is," exclaimed Tommy.

"At the corner of Wall Street there was a man with a kind of cart, loaded with apples and candy, which he was selling to the pa.s.sers-by. Suddenly there came a stage down the street, and ran into the apple cart."

"I saw the very same thing done," added Tommy, with his usual self-important air.

"Keep still, Tom Woggs," said Charley Green.

"The apples were scattered all over the sidewalk; yet the man picked up all but one of them, though he was very angry with the driver of the stage for running against his cart."

"Why didn't he pick up the other apple?" asked Henry.

"A well-dressed man, with big black whiskers, picked that up.

'Give it to me,' said the apple man. 'I will not,' replied the man with whiskers. The apple merchant was as mad as he could be; and then the man with black whiskers put his hand in his pocket and drew out a knife. The blade was six inches long."

"O, dear me!" exclaimed Flora.

"Raising the knife, he at once moved towards the angry apple merchant, and--and----"

"Well, what?" asked several, eagerly.

"And cut a piece out of the apple, and put it in his mouth."

The children all laughed heartily, for they were sure the man with the whiskers was going to stab the apple merchant.

"He then took two cents from his pocket, paid for the apple, and went his way," continued the old man. "Now, there is one thing more I can do. I want to run a race with these boys."

"Pooh! You run a race!" sneered Charley.

"I can beat you."

"Try it, and see."

The old man and Charley took places, and were to start at the word from Henry. But when it was given, the fiddler hobbled off, leaving Charley to follow at his leisure.

When the old man had got half way round the lawn, Charley started, sure he could catch him long before he reached the goal. But just as the boy was coming up with the man, the latter began to run, and poor Charley found, much to his surprise, that he ran very fast. He was unable to overtake him, and consequently lost the race.

The children were much astonished when they saw the old man run so fast. He appeared to have grown young all at once.

But he offered to race with any of the boys again; and half a dozen of them agreed to run with him.

"I guess I will take my coat off this time," said the fiddler.

As he threw away the coat, he slipped off the wig and false beard he wore; and the children found, to their surprise, that the old man was Mr. Lee, who had dressed himself up in this disguise to please them.

The supper was now ready, and all the children were invited to the tent. They had played so hard that all of them had excellent appet.i.tes, and the supper was just as nice as a supper could be.

It was now nearly dark, and the children had to go home; but all of them declared the birthday party of Flora was the best they ever attended.

"Only to think," said Flora, when she went to bed that night, "the old fiddler was my father!"

LIZZIE.

Mother, what ails our Lizzie dear, So cold and still she lies?

She does not speak a word to-day, And closed her soft blue eyes.

Why won't she look at me again, And laugh and play once more?

I cannot make her look at me As she used to look before.

Her face and neck as marble white, And, O, so very cold!

Why don't you warm her, mother dear, Your cloak around her fold?

Her little hand is cold as ice, Upon her waveless breast,-- So pure, I thought I could see through The little hand I pressed.

Your darling sister's dead, my child; She cannot see you now; The damps of death are gath'ring there Upon her marble brow.

She cannot speak to you again, Her lips are sealed in death; That little hand will never move, Nor come that fleeting breath.

All robed in white, and decked with flowers, We'll lay her in the tomb; The flower that bloomed so sweetly here, No more on earth will bloom; But in our hearts we'll lay her up, And love her all the more, Because she died in life's spring time, Ere earth had won her o'er.

Nay, nay, my child, she is not dead, Although she slumbers there, And cold and still her marble brow, And free from pain and care.

She slept, and pa.s.sed from earth to heaven, And won her early crown: An angel now she dwells above, And looks in triumph down.

She is not dead, for Jesus died That she might live again.

"Forbid them not," the Saviour said, And blessed dear sister then.

Her little lamp this morn went out On earth's time-bounded sh.o.r.e; But angels bright in heaven this morn Relighted it once more.

Some time we, too, shall fall asleep, To wake in heaven above, And meet our angel Lizzie there In realms of endless love.

We'll bear sweet sister in our hearts, And then there'll ever be An angel there to keep our souls From sin and sorrow free.