- A SPIRIT FLOWER 
My heart was frozen—even as the earth ~ 
That covered thee forever from my sight 
All thoughts of happiness expired at birth 
Within me naught but black and starless night. 
Down through the winter sunshine snowflakes came 
All shimmering, like to silver butterflies 
They seemed to whisper softly thy dear name 
They melted with the tear drops from mine eyes. 
Then suddenly there bloomed within that hour 
In my poor heart so.seeming dead—a flower 
Whose fragrance in my life shall ever be 
The tender, sacred memory of thee. 
—Stanton 

WILL B. OTWELL 
To you, our many valued friends who do not know that my hus- 
band, Will B. Otwell, has passed away, I bring this message. 
His earthly work of cultivating flowers and trees is over, but in 
that beautiful country of the soul where he has 
gone, there are spiritual flowers of great beau- 
ty and I am sure he is tending there, blossoms 
even lovelier than the ones he tended here. 
These earthly flowers will bloom again and 
welcome Spring but he who planted them will 
not be here to greet you this year. 2 
Because he cared for you too and realized 
great happiness in his countless friends, often 
expressing himself as owing you, both his seen 
and unseen friends, an enormous debt of grati- 
tude for your priceless friendship through the 
years, I would tell you more about him. 

His life was like a prayer and that prayer was to be good and to 
do good. No one knew better that he the fine art of unselfishness. 
He was honorable, sensible, unassuming and undemanding—the 
product of fine living. He builded his character of the finest mate- 
rials, knowing that nothing grows unless it is touched by the Infinite. 
He met life with a zest unbounded and it was his constant desire to 
do something worthwhile for those about him. In the growing of 
flowers as in many other things he willed that those flowers should 
bring happiness to others. Pay 
And in that last hour he was unafraid because he had lived his 
faith in God and now he has gone to tend flowers in the sweet fields 
of Eden. For his sake and for the sake of the work he loved so well I 
shall continue this work of love and beauty he endeavored to bring 
into your lives. 
Mrs. W. B. Otwell 
