PETER PAN'S PAGE

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXIX, Issue 20105, 11 May 1935, Page 13

PETER PAN'S PAGE

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DEAREST LITTLE PEOPLE. Do you know what is the sweetest thing in the world? In ease some of you cannot guess, I will tell you the beautiful little story I was told long ago, when X was a very-small person myself, perhaps even younger than mest of you. Once upon a time, so the story goes, an angel wandered down from Heaven into this old world of ours. Roaming through field and city, he beheld the beauties of nature, and saw many strange and wonderful things. At sunset he plumed his golden Wings and said, "Before returning to the World of Light I will take with me mementoes of my Visit here. How beautiful these flowers are. I will take some with me.” Passing a country house he saw, through the open door, a lovely baby, smiling up into his Mother’s face. The attgel said, “That baby’s smile is prettier than roses. I Will take it, too.” Then looking beyond the baby, he saw the Mother pouring out her love as she stooped to kiss her little son goodnight. “Oh,” he said, “that Mother’s love is the "prettiest thing I have ever seen. I will take that, too.” So. with his treasures, he winged his Way toward the golden gates; but before entering, he examined the precious things he had brought. To his astonishment, the flowers had faded and were no longer beautiful; the baby’s smile had changed to a frown; but the Mother’s love had retained all its beauty. Throwing aside the withered flowers and the departed smile, he passed through the gates and was welcomed by the hosts of Heaven, who gathered round to see what he had brought from the world below. “Here,” he said, “is the only thing that would retain its fragrance and beauty all the way -to Heaven. The sweetest thing in all the world is a Mother’s love.” . . . Was not the angel right? I hope all our Mothers and Fathers will like the Page We have made for them to-day. Do not forget, little people, that to-morrow is Mother's Sunday, and wear a special white flower in your button-hole for the dearest Lady of all. Sy] ./A Love to Every Cir- klJj" “jcY clian, / JSAS- A. j FROM YOUR OWN .