The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-11-07
MORE MISERY.
Another Poor Woman Found
at the Depot, in Poverty. and
With Hungry Children.

seated IN the depot, yesterday morning,
after the trains had LETT, but the contrast
between them vas as great and wide as
wealth and abject poverty could make it.
One was handsomely dressed, with jewelry
flashing under folds OF lace and silks, with
face the very token and sign of happy
heart and gentle ministratiOns from loved
ones, With every indication that her life
had ever been one of sweet and
Joyous How, that unto her the lines had
fallen in pleasant places, and Love had
crowned the whole with her protecting
Egis. As this woman sat there, it seemed
impossible that within few feet OF her
could be another, into whose life had
CREPr DARK DEMON,
whose presence was the destroyer OF ali
peace, happiness and content But so il
was, and 80 it ever is. In the shadow Of
the palace the humble cot OF the peasant is
found; minEling with the sound of the
merry gathering in the salons OF wealth, is
the piteeus plea OF the starving child and
the heart-broken sobs of its crushed and
burdsned mother, vainly trying to lull it
to sleep thst il may forget the papgs
hunger.
in Gods acre sleep the rich and the poor,
ct the cottage, IS at the palace, gate.
Est -een these two women sisters they
a., H. = vide ssnse-there VAS great gulf
fixed. One vas the picture of cententmeut;
the other sat with bowed head, the tears
flowing down her wan cheeks, out of which
every blush Of health had faded Next to
her we're two little girls, children OF abject
poverty, bzrefsoted, barelegged, thiuly and
poorly clad, with pinched faces, ravenously
eating dry crackers. A more pitifnl sight
rarely falls under the eye of reporter, and
never is it seen without touching the we'll
springs OF . responsive and practical sym
patty:
1t was evident that the woman va, not
only suffering from q hard lot in life,
but that recent sorrow had come to her.
HER FRAGILE FORM
shook with the visible trouble and gave
full proof of the grief gnawing at her
very heart
A BAzoo reporter approached her and
made inquiry as to where she was going
IL want to get to Kansas City," she said,
shut am afraid l haven't money enough.
From there want to go upto North Mis-
souri,, to my folks"
"How much money have you ?"
"Only three dollars" was the trembling
reply.
But they don't charge for your chill
dren?"
"No, sir"
"Where are you from?"
81 am from Benton county"
"Have yon husbandw
The reporter quickly regretted the
question, for it vas as dagger to her
heart. A food of tears stayed the answer
and told a mute story of suffering and
sorrow
my husband is dead, and / am left
alone. My name is Mary Osborne his
was George Osborne. He died not long
ago, and b. ve been working around, try
ing to support myself and children"
"You need some help now" was the
rather loud remark Of the reporter, hoping
it would ind an answer from the we'll
dressed woman, but it failed. She must
have been deaf.
"Ysur children are sick, are they not ?"
Eyes, sir, having the chills. don't
know what to do"
Sach messrs Aelp a. the reporter could
extend Vas handed the woman, and he
turned away to enlist further aid in her
behalf.
At nosn one of the little girls was doub-
led up in enc Of the spaces Of the bench in
the waiting room, its face flushed With .
burning fever, while its fragile form seemed
ready to Be borne away BY good angels to
II u
. chill, and was then in the grasp of the
attendant fever. Some kind-hearted ladies,
also waiting for the train, had ministered
oil they could to make the child comfort
able, but it was with poor success. The
mother uursed it rs best she could, bathing
its hot face with her tears, yet bravely try
ing to conceal her agony. 1t was q sad
case.