St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-11-09


boot. l make point of beginning my
work on Friday; and / invariably ar
range FOR thirteen at my little teas and
lunches. and only feel troubled when
one declines. Behold one woman with
out superstitions; the city Of Sodom Is
savedl'
And this she avowed, feeling virtuous
and superior; forgetting the old adage
which; in the narrow confines of mod
ern cablegram. links fools and angels.
For has not some one of undoubted au-
thorlty said: 80 some of the rich
est creative natures of the world have
all their lives been believers in much of
the old-wiveS' lore of the nursery. We.
slighter and smaller natures, can de
Drive ourselves altogether of the sense
for such phenomena"
Now, it was with shame and diSmay
that she felt growing upon her senti-
ment akin to superstition. connected
with her rosary. She felt that it was in
some mysterious, unaccountablo way,
associated with her Trouble; and that,
though all human agencies were una
Valllng, this mute alley would in time
rally to her relief. From hiding 1t IN
the drawer, she came to cOncealing 1t
about her person. in her bosom or her
pocket, or around her neck.
Often She would struggle against
what she felt to be her growing folly.
Time and again she would thrust the
hated thing from her sight, only to
catch 1t up again at the last moment,
not daring to venture out with
themselves gradually; not readily did
Marjorie relinquiSh her bUaSted pride
and strength. Right manfully did she
contend against the weakness. and so
several months had elapsed when the
events OF the following chapter trans
pred.
a lady who numbers among her
earthly possessions a bonnie may justly
be expected to live up to her dignity :;
and 50 did the aforesaid aunt of our
Marjorie. She lived in the largest of
large cities, in the finest of fine house :;
and, i'll fact, everything surrounding
this great lady was in the strictest keep
ing.
Perhaps this little insight may help to
explain why Majorie had never visited
her aunt, though this same aunt, with
her troop of noisy children, had often
invaded the quiet precincts Of Marjorie's
village home, making both night and
day hideouS with their revels.
Mrs. Seabright feared that her little
countrybred niece would not be in keep
ing with her city style. Why, even De-
sire, the bonnie, Wore more stylish
dresses than did Majorie: how could
such discrepancies be adjusted?
What gave her aunt change of heart
or mind Marjorie never stopped to ask,
so great was her delight when one day,
quite Unexpectedly, the coveted invita-
ton at length arrived.
And in good time it came, too, for the
roses were fast fading from the little
girls cheeks, land the doctor, for want of
something better, had already pre-
scribed change for her. This argu-
ment for health silenced all her moth
er's opposition to so long a journey for
Marjorie alone, SO the invitation was
promptly accepted. and-behold Mar
Jorle equipped for her visit!
She had said her last goodbye, and
was passing down the steps to enter the
carriage waiting to take her to the sta
ton, when she turned precipitately
and dashed back into her room.
She returned almost Immediately,
hushlng and painting, mutteriig
word about having forgotten
something. She entered the carriage
and was driven away. That ''some-
thing' was the rosary! She had placed
1T ON the dreSSing-case in full view so
that she would not forget it. and then
went out without it. On returning, she
had snatched it up and thrust it into her
bosom, congratulating herself that she
had gone no further without it, and was
out again ere anyone had time to follow
her. 0'.e a.
Marjorie did not enjoy travelling; she
simply endured it. 70 her it meant con-
hnement and noise and headache. On
this occasion she had enjoyed the first
few hours of the ride, III the fresh MORN
ing air, and then. the novelty wearing
away, she began to wonder if she could
endure it.
She had just decided that she could
not, and laid her aching head back
against the cushions, there to moan
away the few remaining hours, when,
thump! there came jar! Something
glanced up just in time to catch lash
from the broken bell cord as it jerkrd
through the car, shattering windows,
lamps, etc, and Showering bits of glass
upon the defenselesS passengers. In
moment every one was on his feet;
fathers gathering up wives and chill
dren, mothers crying for their little
ones; every thing was in terrible con-
fusion. hut there was little time for dis
may. After second and severer
thump Marjorie knew no more. She
felt a vague consciousness of tumult,
and later of changing atmosphere; but
she did not trouble herself about these
things; she was altogether occupied
with the pain: where it was she could
not tell. but there was pain-terrible
paini
1t was three weeks later when Mar
l0rIfa Uraiu1ilV hnoanae onncoiouc 0f M,
accustomed surroundings. Still she did
not give herself any concern about ex-
terror matters: the pain was gone, and
she was thoroughly comfOrtable-she
could very well wait!
The first object that began to separate
itself from the chaos of srrangehess
was, as she supposed, her mothers face
who else could gaze upon her with
such tender fearful eyes? She put forth
her little trembling hand. and it was
enclosed in sUft, reaSSuring clasp.
"Motherr'
A firm arm was thrown around her,
gently forcing her back upon the pillow
she strOve to quit.
Lille still, my child" said kind voice
it was not her mothers!
Again she aSsayed to rise, crying:
"Where am II" but the strong arm
still held her back, while tender words
were whispered in her ear.
You are with friends, child, do not
fear. You have been very ill, but are
recovering; do not harm Yourself by
talking; in short time you shall know
ALL"
Scarcely reconciled. but too feeble to
resist. Marjorie submitted.
As daily her strength grew, her sur
roundingS became known to her: she
was in some place for the sick, hos
pital perhaps, and her attendant was
Sister of Charity. She was being ten
derry cared for; she had all that heart
could desire, except her mother-oh!
how she longed for her mother, and she
wondered why she did not come to her.
One morning the dear, kind sister
came to her bedside, saying:
Listen. but you must not speak, ex-
cept when necessary, but you may
answer few questions. You constant
ly call for your mother; what is her
name, and where can find her?"
"My mothers name?" said Marjorie.