Good Stories for Great Holidays: Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Children's Own ReadingOlcott, Frances Jenkins
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Good Stories for Great Holidays: Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Children's Own Reading
Olcott, Frances Jenkins
Children's literature; Holidays; Short stories; Storytelling
All these angels, who were waiting, turned their beaming eyes upon the
people who were carried up into the star; and some came out from the
long rows in which they stood, and fell upon the people's necks, and
kissed them tenderly, and went away with them down avenues of light, and
were so happy in their company, that lying in his bed he wept for joy.
But there were many angels who did not go with them, and among them
one he knew. The patient face, that once had lain upon the bed, was
glorified and radiant, but his heart found out his sister among all the
host.
His sister's angel lingered near the entrance of the star, and said to
the leader among those who had brought the people thither:--
“Is my brother come?”
And he said: “No.”
She was turning hopefully away, when the child stretched out his arms,
and cried: “O sister, I am here! Take me!” And then she turned her
beaming eyes upon him, and it was night; and the star was shining into
the room, making long rays down towards him, as he saw it through his
tears.
From that hour forth, the child looked out upon the star as on the home
he was to go to when his time should come; and he thought that he did
not belong to the earth alone, but to the star, too, because of his
sister's angel gone before.
There was a baby born to be a brother to the child; and while he was so
little that he never yet had spoken word, he stretched his tiny form out
on his bed, and died.
Again the child dreamed of the open star, and of the company of angels,
and the train of people, and the rows of angels with their beaming eyes
all turned upon those people's faces.
Said his sister's angel to the leader:--
“Is my brother come?”
And he said: “Not that one, but another.”
As the child beheld his brother's angel in her arms, he cried: “O
sister, I am here! Take me!” And she turned and smiled upon him, and the
star was shining.
He grew to be a young man, and was busy at his books, when an old
servant came to him and said:--
“Thy mother is no more. I bring her blessing on her darling son.”
Again at night he saw the star, and all that former company. Said his
sister's angel to the leader:--
“Is my brother come?”
And he said: “Thy mother!”
A mighty cry of joy went forth through all the star, because the mother
was reunited to her two children. And he stretched out his arms and
cried: “O mother, sister, and brother, I am here! Take me!” And they
answered him: “Not yet.” And the star was shining.
He grew to be a man, whose hair was turning gray, and he was sitting in
his chair by the fireside, heavy with grief, and with his face bedewed
with tears, when the star opened once again.
Said his sister's angel to the leader:--
“Is my brother come?”
And he said: “Nay, but his maiden daughter.”
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