Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-04-22
In September there was a railway acci.

In September there was a railway acci.
, dent very near the cheese factory -Four
: passengers killed, they said-three men
: and one woman. They were borne by
the factory to the hotel, and, as the WON
en- scanned the CHASTITY faces, Anna recog-
nized-Fred Palmer! Not dead, but dy-
ing and insensible. BY gentle hands his
couch was prepared, by gentle hands his
clotted locks were washed, by gentle
hands his brow was cooled and his room
so arranged as to provide for every COM
fort, the hands of that one who CHERISH
ing such fantastic ideas, could not make a
kind and practical companion" One fig
ure hourly came and went till his con-
seriousness returned, then it vanished.
"Wherc am / and how long have been
here ?" he asked Of the man whom she had
hired to take care of him.
80 Mister sure an it was terrible
accident sure and We would ha' died, sir,
if 'thadnt ma been for lady"
Tell me about it-and what's the lady's
name ?"
"P'rhaps it's not me as orter tell Mister.
but she's the sweetest 'ooman as ever come
to these parts, sure and it's Miss Lynn that
it was
Miss Lynn
Slowly he recovered. The physician
ordered daily walks. Everywhere he
heard her name and her blessings. He
knew not why she was there, or where in
the village she was staying He only
knew that she had saved his life, that she
had cared for him more tenderiy than a
sister, when he had wronged her-of .
how bitterly! he, no more worthy to
breathe the air she breathed. yet how hap
ply he could once have been with her his
own hand had placed the great barrier be-
tween them the past, alas could not be
recalled. But he must ask her forgive
ness before he went from her presence
forever.
They met, but not rs aforetimes was
their intercourse; she was strong and
brave now, and self-reliant. This is the
answer Anna Lynn made to her lover:
/ "No, Fred; my heart will be true to
you til death, but will not go with you
to spend butterfly life That is your
ideal of wife, and that place shall not
be mine"
Gamma, my ideal has risen through a
baptism of tears from that low thing it
used to be. deied you once to do any
thing not lofty and respectable" There
you said, "Then do something lowly and
make it respectable" Bravely YOU have
| done it and taught me. Yon bent not to
my ideal, you lifted me to yours Can
you not teach me still p
The moonlight falling on her brow re-
vealing a radiant countenance as she
said:
"Then we will work together. We will
go away into the world together, where
there is need of workers, as well those
having nothing as those having thousands,
and this shall be our aim-"Something
noble to do, and to do that something no.
bly,"
A telegram summoned Anna Lynn to
her city home. her loved Uncle Truman
was dying. Tears fell above his grave
from many of the young and gay, for
pure and lovely his life had been
| This is the last clause of Truman Burns
will.
"All my landed estates in the city of
Band in the township of W and l.,
l give and bequeath to my niece, Anna
Lynn, who did not give other abundance,
having it not, who led not armies in any
cause, blowing the trumpet before her,
but who loving humanity, bent down to
the sufferers low estate, and working with
them, lifted them by her own self-sacr-
fee. thereby revealing the truest philan-
thropy.