The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1873-08-03
Written for the Dallas Herald.l
THE WIDOW HURST.
BY NJ. II. NJ.

Grape lOaleu from luc uoolN"yi ""'
muiiicd footballs sounded drearily
within the darkencd chamber where
lay the cold, still form of the master
of the household. Suddenly had death
come upon him as he sat beside his
youngwifc, alternately caressing moth
err and child, as his baby boy crowed
merrily in her arms.
"Heart disease,o the doctors all SAID,
and rs the beautiful widow fell from
one alarming swoon into another all
through that long, dreary night. friends
shook their mournftll heads, and feared
for her reason, even if her life were
spared.
mo danger" said Aunty Brown,
the village oracle, :I'vc lived Il 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
your
"For shame, Aunty, to speak of such
u thing at such a time / never will
believe it, cried one sympathizing
lady, and n dozen others joined in the
denunciation of such unfounded and
heartless speculations.
you'll all see" replied the old lady,
land it's Lords blessing that su ch
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 ut what
they deemed entire want of any refine
ment of feeling
When, n few hours later, the wretch
ed young mother was borne, in state
off death-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 s0rrowilllly
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 blacklist of Grape, deny
herself to all society, and was seen
only mt divine service, and OCCASION
ally making her lonely pilgrimage to
the churchyard of the village, where
fresh white flowers were Kept bloom
ing the long summer through on the
lowly mound that covered her hearts
hottest 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
10 watch above the sacred ashes OF Tn.
dear departed" .,
'She will never be herself again."
said her friends, rs they looked on ner
grief-shadowed face, when her timex
black vail was swept for moment
aside to speak to the white-halred min
lister at the church door
80, yes, she will,' said Aunty Brown;
"God don't let people grieve IKE that
always. It's ag'in nature, tell you.
bIaggy Hurst will be Maggie Some
body-else before she dies, rs sure as my
name is Betsy Brown" >,
allow 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 know ] am telling the
TRUTH returned the old lady, land
you will all see for yourselves If you
live natural lifetime.
Unconscious, Maggie passed slowly
hOmeward, with her thick vail drawn
closely over the pale, sad face, over
which the tears fell bitterly as she en-
tered the now darkened and desolatc
abode, where peace and happiness had
so lately crowned her young life. Truly
she mourned for her dear husband, the
father of the lovely boy whose bright
black eyes and curling hair were so
like those now crumbling back to dust.
ooh my husband, my darling!' she
exclaimed, as She clasped his child to
her heart; "therc can be 10 more last
ing agony thaa my endless and eternal
grief for you'll! u How shall | drag
through all the dreary years to Gomez
and she bowed her head on the boys
bright curls and wept long and bitterly.
Winter, with its SHOWS, and spring,
with its blossoms, had come and gone,
and the hot sultry summer was seorch-
ing all life from the earth. "A deadly
fever made its appearance in the vii
lage of Milldale, and every household
held its PROSTATE victim.
Old DIR. Nelson found himself une-
dual to all the labor that devolvedupon
him, and wrote in haste for his young
nephew, Gilbert Clifton, to come to his
assistance. He responded at once to
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 Willie Hurst. For days
and nights he lay in wild delirium,
calling repeatedly for "Mammap' while
Maggie knelt in agony by his bedside,
ipanlorino God IN enare her one darl-