her feverish lips of
how the woes, and evils, and crimes of the lower classes always react
upon the upper.

She might have pictured in her dreams the drama that is ever bein'
enacted on the pages of history--of the sorely oppressed masses turnin'
on the oppressors, and drivin' them, with themselves, out to ruin.

Pages smeared with blood might have passed before her, and she might
have dreamed--for she wuz _very_ delerious--she might have dreamed of
the time when our statesmen and lawgivers would pause awhile from their
hard task of punishin' crime, and bend their energies upon avertin' it--

Helpin' the poor to better lives, helpin' them to justice. Takin' the
small hands of the children, and leadin' them away from the overcrowded
prisons and penitentaries toward better lives--

When Charity (a good creeter, too, Charity is) but when she would step
aside and let Justice and True Wisdom go ahead for a spell--

When co-operative business would equalize wealth to a greater
degree--when the government would control the great enterprises, needed
by all, but addin' riches to but few--when comfort would nourish
self-respect, and starved vice retreat before the dawnin' light of
happiness.

Had she been older she might have babbled of all this as she lay there,
a victim of wrong inflicted on the low--a martyr to the folly of the
rich, and their injustice toward the poor.

But as it wuz, she talked only with her little fever-parched lips of the
lovely, cool garden.

Oh, they wuz wild dreams, flittin', flittin', in little vague, tangled
idees through the childish brain!

But the talk wuz always about the green, beautiful garden, and the
crowds of little children walkin' there.

And on the seventh day (that wuz after Elnathan got there, and me and
Josiah, bein' telegrafted to)--

On the seventh day she begun to talk about a Form she saw a-walkin' in
the garden--a Presence beautiful and divine, we thought from her words.
He smiled as he saw the happiness of the children. He smiled upon her,
he wuz reachin' out his arms to her.

And about evenin' she looked up into her father's face and knew him--and
she said somethin' about lovin' him so--and somethin' about the
beautiful garden, and the happy children there, and then she looked away
from us all with a smile, and I spozed, and I always shall spoze, that
the Divine One a-walkin' in the cool of the evenin' in the garden, the
benign Presence she saw there, happy in the