Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1875-1878, 1876-04-26

..Iproach too tie customs Of the Scarle
! Womxn; and, as the result 81 relentles
Iinquisition and much vigorous catechis
ling, she and her associates made sucl
REPORTS IS induced the Committee Q
ISqperVision TO withdraw the charity
! from the Sisters Of ST. Barnabas, ant
i|iplace it ia other hands. The Sisters
I thus elected, had sough work in othei
|!qusrterss Of the1great field Of human suf
feting and sorrow. "A portion Of then
had been enabled by the charity o1
friends .to rent a house to be devoted to
the purposes Of nursing destitute sick
ohildrei1,,; with dormitories also where
homeless women could find temporary
i SHELTER ~ GaFs.sz .Tt2Gl 8st2%iJaE .siGET
The house was not a bit tfmore conven:
.:ual Or medi8val than the most common
place Of New Y ork no uses.& It is true,
one of the 'parlors had been converted
into q chapel, dressed out and arranged
according TO the preferences of these
good women. had an altar, with a
gilded cross fanked by candles, which
there is no denying was sometimes
lighted in the daytime The altar was
duly dressed with white, red, green,
violet or black, according as the tradi-
tionalfasts or feasts of the Church came
round. There is no doubt that this
simple chapel, with it's flowers, and
! candles, and cross, and it's little cere.
monial, was an immense comfort and
help to these good women IN the work
that they were doing. But the most
rigid Protestant, who might be STUN
bled by this little attempt at a chapel,
would have been melted into accord
when he went into the long bright room
fnll of little cribs and cradles, where
, child invalids Of different ages and in
different stages Of convalesence were
made happy amid flowers, and toys, and
play things, by the ministration of the
good women who wore the white caps
and the large crosses. It ght occur
to thoughtful mind, that davotion to
work so sweetly unselfish might well
entitle them to wear any kind of dress
and pursue any kind of method. unchal
lenged by criticism.
In neat white bed of one Of the small
dormitories in the upper part of this
house, was lying in delirious fever
the young woman whom Bolton had
carried there on the night of our story.
The long black hair had become loosen
ed by the restless tossing of her head
from side to side; her brow was bent
in heavy frown, made more intense by
the blackness Of her eyebrows; her large,
dark eyes were wandering wildly to
and fro over object in the room, and oc-
casionally fixing themselves with a
strange look Of inquiry on the Sister
who, IN white cap and black robe, sat
by ner bedside, changing the wet cloths
on her burning head, and moisting her
parched lips from time to time with a
spoonful Of water. A.".
"I can't think who you are" she mutt
tered, as the Sister with gentle move
ment put fresh, cool cloth on her fore
head. ..'.'* q - .-F'1 '..'. ga Z .
"Never mind, poor child" SAID the
sweet voice in reply; "try to be quiet" ;"
'Quiet! me be quiet!-that's pretty
we'll! Me!'' and she burst into weak,
hysteric laughter. >a@ "s*& .
"Hush, ehush!" said the Sister, max
ing soothing motions with her hands.
.'The wandering eyes closed few
moments in feverish browse. In q
moment more, she started with wild
look. sa45,S .:aa% 81. ..s.! sE7E .2i tf.-
II ''Mother! mother! where are you? I
can't find you. 1--we looked and looked
til I'm so tired, and T. can't find you.
Mother, come to ne,-Tm sick!'-and
the girl rose and threw out her arms
wildly 4r@ 7tat.5 2.0"7 #IEa E.os
u The sister passed her arm round her
tonderly and spoke with = gentle author
ity, makiog her lie down again. u 81
|ri'Then, in sweet low voice, she began
singing ahymn: gd& baa Is&&
HsIa ..Jes,s, lover Of my soul, -,~F
4 ls,s-sa.3 Let me to thy bosom fly, as3s,sr. ..@ p
! While the blllows near me roll,
la5&% While the tempest still Is high. Ia
i AS she sung, the dark sad eyes fixed
themselves upon her with vague
'troubled questioning. The Sister went
on:
/ 1l1 Hide me, o my Savior, hide. 5rsG
i iS3 Till the storm Of life Is past, ri 80 Ii T.
Safe into the haven guide, .t,
! oh, receive my soul At las"
i It was Just day-dawn, and the ipatien,
had walked from = temporary stupo,
Eproduced by narcot had beer
|, riven few hours before to acompos'
fher.' as*a'fEs <s4' Tsse .N5 sEE& S2s
; The purpte:snd.rose I color. of d.w'
was just stouebibga family everything
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