Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1890-05-01
4 BROKEN HEART.
BY RAY RICHMOND.

eyes full OF unSneu tearS anu Ups IuaV
trembled. She was not a courageous
little woman either, and it took vast
amount of spirit on her part to apply
to the matron Of a large foundlings'
home in one of the great Western cities.
Yes, to the matron s questions, she un.
derstood the care of babies, for her own
had been her whole care for the last
few years.
The matron glanced sharply at her,
as she wrote in large book before her.
Married p she inquired briskly. The
sad eyes filled little, and the weary
voice said again: oh, yes, five years
ago.
"A widow the matron next interro.
gated.
This time an accent of pain fitted
through the tone as the still weary voice
replied, NO.
And the name:
Mary Schneider
The eyes Of the little woman did not
look at the matron, who drew her own
conclusions, but her questions being fin
ished, she gave Nurse Mary the key to
e. small room she was to Call her own.
Months went by, and Nurse Mary be-
came the favorite of all little ones left
in her care. But the weary, heartrend'
ing look never left her eyes. The brisk
matron remarked, with sage shake OF
her head, to her assistant:
Mark my words, Nurse Mary has a
story, and if any mortal was ever dying
Of heart disease, it is she.'
Pooh calculated her less sentiment
al friend. Its nothing but dyspepsia )
and so the subject was dropped.
Yet the matron's interest in this par.
tcular nurse did not flag, and as spring
approached she noticed an incl eased
languor IN Mary's actions, arousing
within her breast grave fears for the
womans health. And it was not many
days before Nurse Mary could not leave
her bed. Then doctor was called in,
who gravely felt her pulse, pulled her
tongue, prescribed tonic, hemmed and
hawed, and walked out. But the tonic
did not work, and Nurse Mary grew
worse as the pleasant days Of May ad-
vanced.
The kind.hearted matron gave up all
her spare time to the patient, who new.
er complained, but lay gazing out OF
her window at the blue batch Of sky.
visible beyond.
At last one day as the matron was
about to leave the room Mary called
her back, and said feebly, but with a
little smile
I'm afraid I'm going to die
oh, bless you, no, replied the ma
iron heartily, although her Utmost heart
was bleeding for the poor girl. What
would the babies do without you: You
must get we'll again. for we are going to
have trip into the country.
Yes, to a far brighter country,
where there are no Mormons, muir.
INJURED Mary.
The matron thought her wandering
and soothed her with gentle acquies.
cence. But Mary suddenly frightened
up and said quite cheerily:
You've been very kind to me, and
all ! can leave you is my sad, sad story
Her eyelids dropped heavily as tho
she were falling asleep, and the matron
seating herself on the little cot, almost
feared it to be the last long sleep. Ma
ry looked so thin and pale.
But presently her blue eyes opened
wide, and without any preface she be-
gan.
You see, I was nothing but a little
German girl, Mary Schneider, with a
common school education, and I had be-
gun to learn the dress making trade
l was young, only seventeen, when I
met HIM Ed. Lunn. He was an Amer
lean, ard my folks, when they found
HIM ming to see me, were mad at me.
But how could l help loving him. He
was so upright, so honorable and so
good to me. He was a conductor, and
getting good pay, so we had to wait for
nothing, and by and by we were mar
ried.
We were very happy. He used to
bring me trinkets on every return trip,
and was as proud Of his little wife as
though she were queen. And after
Edna came, we thought our happiness
was perfect. He got me hired girl,
and whenever Ed was in on a run, we
would go walking, and sometimes we
would have buggy ride.
BY and bye little Willie came, and
my time was taken up with the little
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