Port Royal standard and commercial. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1874-1876, 1875-12-09
MOTHER'S LOVE.
A Pathetic Story OF Yong Mother
Widow.

MOTHERS LOVE.
A Pathetic Story OF Yong Mother
Widow.
Florence Marryst, in her novel, "My
Own Child" gives the experiences of a
si1teen-yesr-old widow, whose husband
had Just diA q - whose infant was about
to be born. sa.s:
As is customary with young mothers,
I oftener feared thatI should die in my
coming trial than live to see my child
grow up and flourish. Any happiness l
might experience in4he prospect of it
only came by fits andstarts. 1t seemed
too terrible an ordealto survive, and my
fear was at times Overwhelming. I
brooded over it day aser day till my de-
preston was almost hbitual, and haunt
ing me even in sleep sould cause me to
start up three or four times 8 night
shrieking for help, ana trembling from
head to foot with horror which could
only feel and not interpret. Had / any
one on whom to lean ia this extremity |
should have borne mHelf perhaps with
greater dignity and rust; but more
than ever did now fel myself to be
alone. Had Hugh's dear, joyous voice
been able to whisper issuance to me,
however ignorantly, I should have be-
heved and rested on bis word. Had I
possessed mother totake me to her
arms, and tell me that The possession of
myself had outweighed all her pain, I
might have taken heart from her ex
ample and learned to put my confidence
In Heaven but had no one to speak
to on the subject hut sush as were even
less wise than myself. AUNT Tessie con
adered it excessively improper that any
one should allude to such thing as
baby until it had been dressed in Chris
tian attire and laid in bassinette and
Jane, with the horror of the uneducated,
-et physical pain, and the wonderful Ca
X city they have for dilatng on the ter
,>Sfs of q situation, so augmented my
igue fears whepever I mentioned the
after to her that my sense, small as it
las, pointed out the ativisability of
keeping my thoughts to myself. So 1,
drsggssi out the weary days alone, and
spring drew nearer and nearer and if |
ever prayed, it was-not for protection
and safety and happy future with my
child but that might die before it
ever sawthe light. 1 was 50 frightened
1t was the dawn of one d the earlier
days of March when / lay 5 my bed so
wes6 ana exhausted that 4 felt as if /
were sinking through the mattresses and
the floor, right, right away into infinity.
Everything about me seemed as though
were in q dream. The voices of the
persons who moved about, my room
seemed far of, as if heard Though log;
and yet I could distinguish each word
they said, and watch, in Esd of indis-
tinct and hazy manner, the gray dawn
that struggled through the white win
dow.blinds and fought with the sickly
light of the candle which Dr.. Carlisle
seemed to be carrying all over the room
In the most aimless way. fcould trace
the unusual disorder of the apartment,
and could see that the faces which had
been so anxiously peering into mine for
the Last twelve hours had settled down
into something like their normal express
sion again. l knew, too, thst my trial
was over; but I was too languid to think
of anything else. / felt as If my weak
ened senses were gradually fading away
into unconsciousness, and all ] desired
was SO to be allowed to fade away, and
never to be troubled with pain or pleas
q. ure or any emotion more. Even loud
and energetic squau from the other end
of theroom did not arouse me
GA fac child" said the doctor.
every fine, SIR" responded the
nurse-who had been torturing me for
twenty -four hours past with wise saws,
questionable jokes, and worrying atten.
tions, until l had begun to regard her
as an emissary of the fiend himself
"I don't know as ever I see finer.
She's a regular beauty, she is; and such
lungs, tool"
These words, accompanied by another
prolonged squall, made me feel little
curious. Some of the few pleasant An
ticipations I had ventured to indulge in
fickered back upon my memory. /
"Doctor!" I said, family.
"Hush, my dear! You mustn't talk"
was tie immediate answer, and DR.. Car
Isle came up to my bedside and fell of
my pulse. "So-so! We are getting
on, But You must lie still, like a god
"a, and go to Sleep"
But my baby .. /
..sOh, the baby's all right "a nee
healthy little girl! Now, you knew,
everything's well over, and so You mast
just shut your eyes, and think Of noh-
ing but having good rest"
But the squalling was still going onQ
believe they had putthe baby on the bp
of the chest of drawers to keep it out of
the way), and something quite new. AID
that l had never experienced befos,
began to spring up in me at the SCUM,
and make my heart palpitate with eagr
JOY. /
"Doctor! I will 60 to sleep, butt
must see my baby!"
"Afterward, my dear, afterward; yn
are not strong enough yet. Trust my
everything is all right, and you shaa
have It as soon as you have rested LII
tle."
CT cannot rest till I have seen il
Oh, doctor! Nurse do give merm!
baby I" s. ]