“I have to go now,” said a soft, tender voice. “Or I shall be very late!” she added.

“My dearest child,” replied an old woman, with a tear-broken voice, “You mustn’t go there,” she continued.

“Oh! Come now! You know I must help father this year. The awful winter has killed almost all the flowers, and we have none to sell till […]

Not Afraid

Sorrowing Slumber


Hade’s Heart