The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-05-30
MRS. sTANFoRD's KINDNESS.
How She Encouraged Poor Little
Woman in Washington.
Al


From the Neto York World.
! There are number of women in Wash
ington, writes Miss Grundy, Jr., who en-
courage literature Mrs. Senator Stanford
is one of these, and there is no kinder
| hearted woman in the United States than
this millionaire's wife. She does not parade
her gifts, and the story which here relate
came to me from the woman whose book
she published.
This woman had considerable ability as
poet. She wrote republican songs which
were sung all over the country during a
number of Presidential campaigns, and
whatever she published was copied through
out the land. Through her able work for
the Republican party she got good posi-
ton in the treasury department, but when
President Cleveland came In she was re-
moved. She had large family to support,
and at the time of her daughter was very
sick. She saw do way in which to keep the
wolf from the door except in the pubiica-
ton of her poems. She collected them to
gether and sought publisher. She could
find none and she received cold answers
everywhere. AT last one of the editors of
a Washington newspaper advised her to go
and see Mrs. Stanford and he arranged an
appointment for her.
When the day came she was compelled to
stay at home at her sick daughters bed
side, but on the following day she went to
the Stanford mansion 1t was raining and
the darkness of the clouds was not half so
black as the darkness of her heart. Mrs
Stanford's butler came to the door and she
told him she would like to see Mrs. Stan
ford. Herepliei that she was busy and had
said that she did not want to see any one
She begged him to take her name upstairs.
He did so, and moment later she was
asked up. The moment she entered the
room Mrs Stanford came 20 her, took her
by the hand, put her arm around her waist
and led her over to sofa, where the two
sat down together. Upon the poetess telling
the story of her sick daughter Mrs. Sanford
began to talk about her son who, it will be
remembered, died a few years ago. She
told the lady all about him in two hours
conversation, gave her ideas of heaven, i'm
mortality, love and other matters called up
by the death of her dear boy.
At last the poetess said:
but, Mrs. Stanford, called to see about
my book, and don't want to take up your
timen
"Oh, that's all right" replied Mrs. Stan
ford, aud went on with her talk.
At the end of another half hour the lady
arose and said:
"Well, Mrs. Stanford, don't think will
trouble you further ABOUT 1t, and guess l
had better GO"
"Why, my dear child.n replied the rich
senator's wife, II intend to publish your
book"
The woman was so wrought up and so
surprised that she burst out crying and
sobbed away for some time as though her
heart would break
'How can l ever repay your she said,
and as she did sSher tears fell upon Mrs.
Stanford's hand.
''These tears repay me-" was Mrs. Stan
ford's reply and thereupon she gave the
woman $50 as an advance toward the pub
lished it as she promised.
The book sold well and the woman was
enabled through it to live in comfort to her
death, which occurred last winter.
Shortly before she died I saw her and she
referred to Mrs. Stanford's kindness and
said she sometimes appeared to her as an
angel in her dreams.