The workingman's advocate. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1864-1877, 1868-05-23
7 Il Z Z MIA,
Age, 26.

Not sad, since death, coming however
early, cannot mar the proportions Of beau
tful life. The power q the iconoclast stops
without outward form--the fair ideal re-
mains forever more a part Of the worlds
incorruptible treasure.
AnltA's sweet foreign name suited her well.
Perhaps its choice had oeen guided by some
subtle mother instinct, spr nging arbutus
like, out Of rough soil, and al ndst the stern
snow of circumstances.
Her features were rare stu iy, combining
the beauty and nameless grace for which we
do net often look among those whose very
life seems a continual war With hostile ele-
ments. But nature, in touching the face Of
her child to marvellous perfection, had sct
ed in tender Ooediencc TO the great law Of
compensation tracesble through all the
works and ways Of Gcd-for Anita was
hopelessly hunchbscked. Her deformity
was the key to all her life. Doomed to .
certain solitude and isolation from the work
and play Of her sturdy brothers and sisters,
debarred FROM active participation in %
many Of their interests, the child was
thoughtful and sensitive far beyond her
years.
Some natures thus shut in by bodily mfr
nifty have contracted upon themselves, like
the torture chambers Of old. | shsdder
even now TO think how once upon solitary
journey, as our stage coach drove up 20 the
lonely inn which marked q little country
stauon, I saw standing in the roadside
with averted face, = small figure, no larger
than an ordinary child Of Eve or SIX years
old, but strangely broad d-shouldered, for one
20 young, and as still looked curiously,
It turned about with q slow, defiant move
ment, and q woman's face gazsd uP-at me,
Ozark, bitter, despsiring-the black eyes, un-
der their heavy brows, full OF the fierce IRE
which marked the gradual starvation OF .
soul.
Anita's face expressed 7ery far different
history. The sorrowful mystery Of her 10.
weighed heavily upon her, but could not
shake her simple trust that God who made
her, remembered and loved her still.
The rough fisherman, who often looked
after Ler with tender whispers as she passed
elt, perhaps, that her brow grew sanity un
der the crown Of suffering, although they
would hardly have pat the vague suHsrine
10 words.
Tie long, low reach OF sandy coast, sx.
tending e.: many miles along the cape 10 sl.
ways pecuiariy uanBerOus tof ve11o1n ui19-
abled by a northwest gale but the oldest
sailors could remember no more fata
season taan the fall and winter when Anitl
was eight years old. A many ~ twenty
sail were known to 60 to pieces in . singh
harbor Of the little fishing village. Their,
was no lack Of brave hearts and willin,
hands TO give aid when aid was possiole
bat too often human stre.gth and sympath,
stood poweriess on the shore and saw th'
pidlsss surges engulf their victims. lsaviul
No trace behind.
Sometimes "a incoming wave. like som
huge feline creature, would toss its helpless
prey, in cruel sport, far up the sandy beach
and % it happened thas one night spar
| with the form Of = woman lsshsd upon IL
was dropped at the very feet Of Aniss's fs
thef, sturdy John Grey. When the piece o
sail cloth fastened sbcGt her was unwound
q child wa found tightly cissped In the arm
of tia poor dead mothsF--a liskls boy per
haps year old. John Grey feeling hastil,
for, The litsle heart, thought hs discerns'
some lingering thrill Of life, and yet ok 10