The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1885-01-31
A LONELY DEATH.
Pathetic story of Low Life Told by De-
troit Journalist.


troit Journalist.
1t was here in Detroit at one of the
city hospitals that l saw the saddest
funeral ceremony | ever witnessed.
1t was that of woman who had
literally died by inches. Poverty, sorrow
and sickness had been her constant
companions for years, and when at last
on q hospital bed she drew her last
breath, it seemed as if there could be
nothing left to feel the pang of dissolu-
tion-nothing but skin and bone.
She had been well cared for in her
last sickness by those who gave their
time and service to the work of charity,
but it is doubtful if she knew it. Her
mind lived in the past, and she MUIR
INJURED in delirium of a happy home and
seemed to be always caressing little
child. Now she would talk to it in q
sweet mother-tongue using the fond,
endearing language of love to call it to
her; again she seemed to dread some
terrible fate for it. and besought God to
save it, even to take it away from the
evil to come. Always it was the child
that was present with her, so that pain
was naught-the child that she con-
tinually addressed as Darling Emma, "
and she died with that name on her
lips.
This was all there was of the dead
woman's history. The pail Of dark
past had fallen upon her. 1t was only
known that the child about whom she
had raved and prayed was still alive,
and somewhere in the city But SO far
all search had failed to find her.
The brief funeral ceremonies-at the
expense of the city. for hers was pau
per burial-were held in the large par
Tor of the hospital. A young clergy
man who had just entered upon his
work, the assistants of the hospital
the undertaken, hat in hand, and
one or two strangers, were all who
were present. The dead woman lay in
a highly vanished pine coffin, from
which the metal shells were already
falling in shower of tawdry splendor,
so imperfectly were they fastened on.
Her face was composed and peaceful.
Life and death had done their worst
the battle was now over.
In the chill and silence the voice OF
the young minister, cultured and tune
full, sounded like strain of music. AL
heads bowed as he recited:
II am the resurrection and the life"
There was a scream--a wall of heart.
rending grief, and the service was in
terrupted. as woman, young and bag
gard, rushed into the room and threw
herself on the coffin; she was dressed
gaily in silk attire A long feather
dangled from gaudy hat-everythine
about her bespoke death sadder thar
that in the coffin.
"Mother, mother" she moaned, "why
did you not let me knowp Oh ! would
have come to you and worked my
fingers to the bone to save you! Oh
mother, mother! come back to me jus
to say you forgive me. Mother, it il
your own little Emmy! Do you heal
mep 1t is Emmy! Oh, my God! l an
too late! She will never speak to mt
again"
Plying friends drew the frenzied
woman away. In moment she hat
dashed them aside and leaning agail
over the dead mother she pressed hel
lips once twice-thrice to the colo
lips of the dead. Then she clasped hel
hands and lifted her eyes to Heaven
while her lips seemed to be recording {
vow. The wintry sun shone out a
that moment from the western sky, an(
touched with golden finger the sad
sad scene of death in life, and life il
death, and the minister resumed thu
service where he had been interrupted
II an the resurrection and the life.'
- Detroit Free Press.