Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-09-15

red but shall not reveal her name. She is middle
aged woman now, with dark hair just beginning to
silver, and wide open, brown eyes which have re-
tanned the wondering innocent expression of child
hood, and if she imagined anyone was writing of
her as a heroine they would open wider and more
wonderingly still
She was reared by parents of the same magni-
tude of heart which she herself possesses; people
in humble circumstances, their only possessions
consisting of smalllot and humble shelterng roof
tree in an eastern village.
J-w the youngest child, and her parents
were becoming aged. She devoted her grlhood
days to teaching school, earning the comforts of
life for parents and herself, besides performing the
labor of their household. Along with their own
family, her parents had raised two neces, one of
them had married. and was the mother of four
children. She was gentle, loving woman, and
submissive slave to the German husband, who
tyranized over her for dozen years or so, when
suddenly she found herself widowed, and her
children orphaned by desertion. The husband
and father had become infatuated with younger
and gayer woman, and left his family in strange
city without home or any means of support.
An invitation was Immediately extended to them
by j, to all come home, but alas the shock
and grief were too great for the gentle, eonfding
wife. She was stricken with St. Vitus Dance and
became helpless could not even dress or feed her.
SELF A brother went for the wretched family and
escorted them back to Us roof, and for years
this more than friend and sister cared for the in
valid and her helpless brood.
The old father was first to 'pass on" The
mother was stricken with paralysis, and became
helpless also, yet uncomplainingly this ministerng
angel went about her heavy tasks from day to day,
while months heightened to years. AT last there
came time when the ceaseess writings of the
broken-hearted wife were over;; the shrunken,
distorted limbs were quiet, and the peace of
eternity Swallowed the careworn brow. j
was glad for her cousins sake when the sorrows
of life were over for her. yet she wept as she laid
aside the few treasures of the sufferer, as memen-
toes for her children; but hers must not be the
face to keep the sunshine from the living by wear
ing cloudy brow, so she went cheerfully again
to her tasks. A few more years passed. and the
dear old mother followed on to the silent bourne.
The children were nearing man and womanhood
now; were capable, loving children to her. Surely
her day of rest had come but stern fate answered,
not yet. The father who deserted his family died.
The guilty woman who had usurped the place of
the dead wife became insane; two little children
were left by them, orphaned and frendless adrift
in the world.
j gathered her little flock and talked the
matter over. The children were innocent OF the
father and mothers sin; they were little brother
and sister, they too, must come home. So Willie,
the brother, went in search of and brought in the
little wonderers to his loving shelter. The insane
stepmother was visited, and made as comfortable
as possible in an asylum, by the son whose mother
she wronged. And to-day they are toiling to-
gether to raise to worthy man and womanhood,
the children who, innocently, are perpetual re-
minder of the wrecked love of a dear life
Can there be q more perfect exposition than this
of heroic soul? No fame, no glory, no added
comforts even, only the monotonous grind OF the
treadwheel upon which her tireless feet keep
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