One goes through the garden of the world gathering flowers at one’s pleasure. Then a friend brings in a blossom for acceptance. Will you place mine in the vase of remembrance?
A. M. D.
Newark, December, 1894.
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | A Handful of Roses | [1] |
| II. | Saturday Afternoon | [21] |
| III. | The Way to Heaven | [42] |
| IV. | The Delights of Wealth | [60] |
| V. | A Song in the Night | [78] |
| VI. | A Wonderful Story | [98] |
| VII. | Martyred Christiana | [120] |
| VIII. | Bess | [136] |
| IX. | Dilsey | [155] |
| X. | In the Desert Alone | [173] |
| XI. | When He and Summer comes | [190] |
| XII. | The Response of Pining Eyes | [209] |
| XIII. | The Land of Pure Delight | [226] |
| XIV. | Virginia Deering | [251] |
| XV. | John Travis | [273] |
| XVI. | Across the River | [288] |
IN WILD-ROSE TIME
I—A HANDFUL OF ROSES
“Hev a bunch o’ roses, mem? Fresh wild roses with the dew on ’em. Jes’ picked. On’y ten cents.”