A
war veteran with a wooden leg came to a town and suddenly he became very sick.
He could not continue his journey and had to seek shelter in the attic of a
barn. Stretched out on the straw he suffered a great deal. Little Aggie, the
daughter of a poor basket-maker, took care of the sick man in a most
extraordinary manner. She visited him every day and each time she gave him some
money.
But
one day the soldier who was an honest man, said to his young nurse every
gravely: “My dear child, from what I found out, your parents are very poor.
Will you please tell me where you receive all this money. I would prefer to go
hungry than accept money which you could not give me with a clear conscience.”
“Oh,”
replied Aggie, “you don’t have to worry at all, because I earn those few pence
honestly. Every morning I go to school in the nearby village and to reach the
school I have to pass through the woods where there are many strawberries. At
every visit I gather a basketful of strawberries and I sell them in the
village. My parents know this and are happy. They often say: “There are people
who are worse off than we are and it is our duty to help them as much as we are
able.”
The
old soldier’s eyes were full of tears and they rolled slowly down his cheeks.
“My dear child,” he said, “may God bless you and your parents for this work of
mercy.”
A
few days later a magnificent coach stopped in the main street of the village,
and inside this coach sat a very distinguished military officer who wore
several decorations. His horse had to be shod and while the general was in town
he heard about the sick soldier and soon he went to visit him.
The
veteran received him with joy and spoke enthusiastically of his little
benefactress.
“What
is this?” exclaimed the general. “A poor child has done so much for you? and I,
your old general, can I do less for you? I’ll have you placed in a hotel
immediately where you will be tread properly.”
When
this was done the officer went to see little Aggie.
“My
dear child,” he said to her, “your goodness has moved my heart and brought
tears to my eyes. You have with your little works of charity given quite a sum
of money to the old soldier and to reward you for such generosity here is that
amount of money in gold.”
Aggie’s
parents did not know what to say: “Sir, it is too much for such a small
matter.”
But
the general replied: “ It is certainly not too much, it is a very insignificant
reward for her goodness, but she will have a better reward in heaven.”
Let
the world be better, brighter,
For
your having trod its way;
Scatter
seeds of love and gladness
Ere
the sun goes down today.
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