HOW THE APPLE BLOSSOM CAME BACK
Copyright by "The Outlook."
ONCE upon a time, not so very long ago, there stood in
a large orchard a beautiful Apple Tree. All through
 the long winter it had held out bare branches.
The March sun had whispered to it that spring had come.
But the cold March winds were not a bit polite, and
would answer: "No, it hasn't."
At last, however, Apple Tree began to feel so nice and
warm that she thought the March sun was right, and she
began to think about getting a new spring gown. The
warm April rains helped her, and her buds opened and
grew; first into tiny leaves, and then into larger
ones, until Apple Tree was wearing a beautiful green
dress. All through April she wore it, and was very
happy. Then, as the trees about her put on bright
colors, and she saw Peach and Pear Tree in pink and
white, something seemed to tell her to try what she
So, with the showers, the gentle winds, and the warm
sun as dressmakers, Apple Tree's green dress was soon
covered with lovely pink and white flowers. And the
air all about seemed as sweet as if she carried a great
many handkerchiefs with some lovely perfume on each.
The Apple Tree felt very glad and proud, and very much
pleased when every one who passed said: "Oh, how
But, only a week or two later, a damp wind and cold
rain came and beat down on her spring suit, until it
was quite spoiled. Then Apple tree was so sorry that
she let her tear-drops fall with the rain. Her kind
Mother Nature did not scold her at all, but only said:
"Don't cry about the blossoms, dear; some time you will
see them again."
So, all summer long, Apple Tree looked and waited, for
she knew that Mother Nature always told the truth. Her
arms grew full of apples, and sometimes they seemed too
heavy to hold any longer. Always,
 when she was
very tired, came the whisper: "Wait a little while.
Your time is coming. You will see your blossoms
And, at last, one sunny September day, one yellow apple
after another slipped from her hold and lay in the
grass beneath. While Apple Tree wondered what would
happen, a lady and a little boy came through the
orchard and stopped to pick and eat some apples.
"Robert," said the mother, "did you ever see the
blossom in the apple?"
"Oh, no, mother. Please show it to me!"
Apple Tree bent her tall head so she could hear and
see. Could it be that, now, she would find the
blossoms that she had lost last spring? The lady
carefully cut an apple all around, half-way between the
blossom and the stem. And as she laid the halves
before her little boy she pointed to the blossom, which
showed plainly in both ends.
And Apple Tree held the rest of the fruit tightly in
her arms—sure that in each one of her apples lay a
blossom she had loved months before.