The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1873-08-09
written for tho Dallas liernld'l
THE WIDOW HURST.
BY NJ. II. NJ.

Crane floated from the doorway, an'
mulIled footballs sounded drearlll
within the darkened chamber where
. Law the cold, still form of the master
> of the household. Suddenly had deatl
: come upon him as he sat beside M
youngwife, alternately carcssing moth
er and child, as his baby boy croweo
: mcrrily in her arms.
'Ieart disease" the doctors all said,
and as the beautiful widow fell from
one alarming swoon into another all
through that long, dreary night, friends
shook their mournful heads, and feared
for her reason, even if her life were
spared.
"No danger" said Aunty Brown,
the village oracle, !Ive lived long
time, children, and them that takes on
the most, gets over it the soonest.
She'll have another husband in less
than three years, you mind what tell
YOU"
"For shame, Aunty, to speak of such
thing at such time ! never will
believe it," cried one sympathizing
lady, and dozen others joined In the
denunciation of such unfounded and
heartless speculations.
"You'll all see," replied the old lady,
4and it's Lords blessing that such
things don't last. This world would
be an awful place if they did," and she
passed from the room, leaving her
hearers shocked and Mortified at what
they deemed entire want of any refine
ment of feeling.
When, few hours later, the wretch
ed Young mother was borne, in Il state
of deatR-like insensibility from her
husbands coffin, where she had thrown
herself in all the abandonment of woe,
every one sighed in their hearts over
the endless grief that had fallen into
her young life.
Gordon Hurst was laid sorrowfully
away in his grave, and his heart-broken
wife rose from her bed after long weeks
| of brain fever, to shroud her slight
form in the biackest of Grape, deny
herself to all society, and was seen
| OlllN III ulNlllc SCI NltN, anu o'St'A"i
ally making, her lonely pilgrimage to
the churchyard of the village, where
fresh white flowers were kept bloom
| ing the long summer through ON tie
lowly mound that covered her hearts
holiest love-. Late in the autumn,
when the snowy blossoms were begin
ming to droop their pretty heads, rare
hot-house plants were kept under glass
to watch above the sacred ashes OF the
"dear departed"
"She will never be herself again."
said her friends, as they looked on her
grief-shadowed face, when her thick
black vail was swept for moment
aside to speak to the white-haired min
lister at the church door.
80, yes, she will" said Aunty Brown
"God don't let people grieve like that
always. It's ag'in nature, l tell you.
Maggy Hurst will be Maggie Some
body-else before she dies, as sure as my
name is Betsy Brown"
"How can you talk so, Aunty!" said
the Mortified Mrs. Hebrin, who, cling
ing to her husbands arm, sighed over
the lonely life of the young widow.
because l know 1 am telling the
truth,n returned the old lady; "and
you will all see for yourselves If you
live a. natural lifetime.
Unconscious, Maggie passed Slowly
homeward. with her thick van Drawn
closely over the pale, sad lace, over
which the tears fell bittefIy ps she en-
tered the now darkened ana desoiate
abode, where peace ana happiness ilad
so lately crowned heryounS iiie. jfuly
she mourned for her dear husband, tne
father of the lovely boy whose prlghC
black eyes and curling mar were SO
like those now crumbllng BACK 10 aust'
"Oh my husband, my DARING! she
exclaimed, as she clasped his chila 10
her heart; there can he no more las',
ing agony than my endless ana etefhal
grief for you! How snail 1 drag
through all the dreary years TO come"'
aud she bowed her head on the boys
bright curls and wept long ana Dltterly.
Winter, with its SHOWS, anu spring,
with its blossoms, had come ana gone,
and the hot sultry summer was scorch-
ing all life from the earth. a Geadiy
fever made its appearance III the vi,
lage of Milldale, and every household
held its PROSTATE Vlctiin.
Old DR.. Nelson found himself une-
quail to all the labor that devolvedupon
him, and wrote in haste for MS young
nephew, Gilbert Clifton, to come to his
assistance. He responded at once 10
the urgent call, and the two worked
day and night, doing all that human
skill could devise for the relief OF the
sufferers. Among the most violent
cases was little VINE HURST; f9r DAYS
anu nlSnls ne iaS 20 I'M ru n,oa,,, ~ Villa %
ealillig repea1teu,y 1t w. ,v ,un hu hi" hoGsida
MaSgie hnels III ~ q, ason9 naro ~ bnr % ono 5arl,
ilhpiolins I'll III W o,d tho 1rava She
ing Iroui uGa.n ,t;s'i a w e her Wild mis-
lookeu very oenutiur a. thuno ~ har I Hal, rnhes
cry as sue khet. t.;i.;un LIZ nnntrnSt mr % 70 ber
making sucii s.iihinS TuiSt"n t,,ormbt
llly-White t shin o anu H. H. I I,tt,o snfIssor
80 as red ne uehV her "pe he wnuld @ do ali in 6is
ann ,s ASSURE " cave n hnr child ld Three long
days and nights the danger continued,
and every moment the young doctor
could possibly spare from his other pa