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title: 'Austin's Hawaiian weekly. (Honolulu [Hawaii) 1899-190?, May 12, 1900, Page 5, Image 7',
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AUSTIN'S HAWAIIAN WEEKLY.
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brow he realized it was' the nurse, but he felt there was a good
angel in her somewhere that drove the imps away and brought his
intellect back and crowned him again a man. The nurse flitted
softly about the room, took his temperature, and gave him medi
cines. Oh, it was giod to have her there When she started to
go he murmured :
" Please don't go awty and let those devil imps steal my
" Delitious, poor fellow," she murmered. "But I must go," she
said, "there are others to see."
" Therr leave your good angel with me," he pleaded.
She humored him: "Yes, here she is on your pillow," she said
as she took his hand then stole away.
He dosed off again in that terrible sleep only to dream. It was
a battle royal, all the live long night, between the, angel and the
imps; a terrible battle all the night long for intellect and reason,
until the dawn; then the devil imps flew away but the angel sat
on the pillow and held the crown of intellect close to his head.
She looked at the open door as if expectant. By and by, after a
long while, a sweet face appeared. Was it an angel without
through us the divine vibration that pulses through all the uri
verse and through you too. Think of the trees and the flowers and
the sweet ferns, that grow by the running brooks, and the fra,
grance shed all around. Thus will our mother Nature by the
part of her that pulses through you battle and vanquish the fever,
dread destroyer of mankind, and you shall again look upon the
face of Nature. We have been plucked and will shortly die but
we care not for we shall live-forever imprinted upon your soul,
being the messengers of life." Thus said the flowers and smiled
again shedding all around still sweeter fragrance.
Lo I as he (the sick man) gazed upon the flowers the scenes of
his boyhood returned in panoramic succession. Roaming in the
forest and the wild glens, lying on the sweet sented fern clumps
by the murmuring brooks, under the roar of the waterfall, with
wild flowers all around; or, the scene at early sunrise, when the
luminous orb of day peeps over the eastern horizon streaking with
radiating rays the eastern sky, and awakening the somber
shadows on the distant vAjw-caoDed mountain, chanerine the tints.
first to a pale delicate blue; then, as the sun rose, to a faint but
glorious pink tint, glossy as the finest silk, that chased away the
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wings ? She came in and while arranging some flowers in a
glass on the table near his bed asked :
"How do you feel today ?"
"1 think-I am very sick," he answered quite rationally, then
looking up into her sweet face he asked : "Are you an angel ?"
She opened her large beautiful eyes wide in astonishment, then
she realized and smiling said : "No, I am only a flower girl from
the Flower-Mission. I have brought you some flowers. If you
will look at them and breath their fragrance they will bring you
a message from the outside that will help you to get well." And
she was gone.
There were the flowrfs on the table in front of him smiling and
nodding and shedding sweet fragrance that he breathed. It intox
icated his sences.
"I wonder what message they bring," thought the sick man as
he gazed upon the sweet faces of the flowres. Answering his
thoughts the flowers said in unison :
"We have just been plucked from teeming life to bring you
a message from our great mother Nature. She bids you feel
blue; then the purple; then broad day. Oh the glorious sunrise I
These thoughts stirred the pulsation of all the nature that was
within him, and, still gazing upon the flowers, his intellect, wHich
had remained apart, coiled about his head, sank back again and
crowned his brain making him again a man; and still under the
influence of the flowers he sank into a peaceful and restful
At noon the doctor came and the nurse waked the sleeper and
took his temperature "Remarkable I" exclaimed the doctor in
hushed tones. "Last night and this morning his temperature was
over 103 and in six hours it is down to 101." And the doctor
went away puffed up with the thought of his great skill in the use
of deadly drugs.
But the sick man and flowers laughed softly to themselves for
they knew it was mother Dame Nature that worked the marvel by
awakening in the sick man his sympathetic pulsations with Her
self and the Divine vibration through the message of the
flowers. Frankmn Austin.
Queen's Hospital, April 14th.
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