The herald., 1893-08-20
W0MAN'S WORLD.
THE LAST HOURS OF A GOOD AND
TALENTED YOUNG WOMAN.

ALIEN CD IOON1 WOmHNs
An Epicurean Dish of Peaches-Deed of =
Rich woman-The Happy Blond-Lady
Carlisle and Her work-Avoid sunburn.
An English Visitor In Boston.
The death Of Miss Eugene Boyd Hen
1ren was sad surprise and shock as
well to her family as to her many friends.
She had been i'll with heart disease for
about 10 months and had been constant
" confined to her bed since January,
when she returned from st. Luke's hos
pital in New York, where she was treat
ed by eminent physicians for nearly six
months.
She had the ablest medical attendance,
but all remedies positively failed, and
nothing more could be done for her. Miss
Hendren was calm and resigned to the
end and showed not the least fear of
death.
Miss Hendren was an artist of more
than ordinary ability, her water colors
being gems both as to design and tech
nique, and her exhibitions always at
tracted large audiences, who admired
her genius. She possessed wonderful
will power and energy and was ambi-
tious to excel in her art, and it is thought
that too active mind and too great ap-
plication to her work brought on the
disease that caused her death.
OF Eugenie Hendren 1t may be truth
fully said that she was woman OF an
unusually strong and interesting person
atty. Her talents were unmistakable,
and her intense, earnest nature caused
all who talked with her to feel them
selves In better atmosphere. Unlike
many women in whom genius finds de-
velopment, her nature retained all it's
woman1y sweetness and gentleness.
The angelic fortitude with which she
suffered more than years enforc ed i'm
prisonment upon her bed, the patience
with which she bore the pain which
tracked her body and the courage with
which she hid her weariness and physical
agony from those around her were all
more than human and bespoke unmis-
taAably her approaching death.
: When called to see her in the early
part of the month, it required no skilled
eye to see that her days on earth were
very few, yet the hope that burned in
her bosom was as steadfast as beacon
Hight to encourage faltering ones to en-
deavor and struggle on in the battle Of
life.
Each day she sent out letters to her
many friends, for she was an ardent
letter writer, and every sentence she
penned was replete with encouragement
and sympathy. So radiant was her mind
with hope for the future that it seemed
cruel to speak to her in any way but in
words Of cheer and faith in her ultimate
recovery. Her plans for future work
were each day brought nearer compile
ton, and she delighted to go into the de-
tails of her intended studio in New York
when health would be restored and she
could take up her pen and ink work in
stead of the brush, which her doctors
had forbidden her.
The Herald prizes which she won in
contests with many gifted and clever
artists were spoken of by her with child
ish delight.
Each day brought her a multitude of
letters from men and women in all parts
of the world who became interested in
her through reading of her beautiful life
and character. Until the week preced-
ing her death she planned work which
she might do even upon her sickbed, un-
able as she was to rise to sitting posi-
ton.
Her life opened like a beautiful fra
grant rose, full of color and sweetness,
and lying helpless upon her bed her
hopeful smile was in itself sermon
more eloquent than was ever spoken
from pulpit.-Norfolk Cor. New York
Herald