The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1893-09-23

a sensational play at the Court thcatcr.
Tired and worn out, ! went at last
alone to my own room. On my way
there passed window OF a brightly.
lighted flower shop. walked in and
bought costly white camellia and
some .Seet-smelling violets I went mp
the five flights to the room of the poor
woman. I found the door unlocked.
II was family lighted and little coffin
stood in the middle of the room. In II
lay the child dressed in white gown.
The ribbon on the hat on the wall had
been made into two little bows, the
myrtle wreath lay on the blonde hair,
and the gcranium was laid upon her
breast. On the table stood lamp and
the open song book lay near by it,
laid the beautiful white flower in
the little motionless hand, and put the
bouquet of flowers on the quiet breast;
then looked ut the open book The
page was turned at an old song which
had learned at school, and had soon
forgotten.
laid the book away sighing. The
words which had read, the awful still.
ness, the peacefully resting child, op.
pressed my heart; went home, after
asking in the house for the hour of in.
terment
went to bed early. was very tired,
and all disquiet left me- And, as IL
called forth by strange power, the
words Of an ardent prayer flowed over
my lips; the prayer that God might
bless me in my difficult position, and
might change my conceited assurance
In. my own skill into a submissive trust
in His protection, whenever my little
knowledge and my earnest wishes
would not avail that might hope for
must, as on yesterday, stand helpless.
Early in the morning ] awaited the
little coffin in the courtyard. A man
bore it; the mother in her poor black
clothing followed. She pressed my
hand and gave me n thankful look
when she saw that had joined the lit
tie procession. The way was not long
This streets We're almost empty; the air
was very mild for November. AS the
iron gate of the burial ground opened,
the weeping woman dropped her head
upon her breast. Reside tho open grave
stood Clergyman.
II have made it my duty as long as
my strength lasts to give last blessing
to all the dead of my parish" said he,
softly, as my astonished look met his.
Dear, kind priest, you did not suspect
how the plain, homely words of bless
ing which you spoke over the little cof-
fin gave comfort to the poor woman,
and to myself as well!
I'm Gods hano everlasting rest is
found"
81 know it, Iknow it," sobbed the
woman, and she bent her pale face over
the hand of the young priest
On the evening of the same day /
went to my relatives. All the older
members of the family were absent.
Only Cousin Marie was at home to re-
ceive me. We sat at the window and
let the moonlight shine upon us, and
then 1 told her how l had visited my
first patient and what 1 had learned
thereby of value to my calling. Marie
said nothing during my confession,
but suddenly felt myself em braced
by her arms. She looked at me with
moist eyes.
"Look, Maxi" she said. 'Now you
know well in what respect you failed
in your profession. Thank God that
you have gained this knowledge through
your first patient. Now / think that
you will become an able physician, who
will always do good, even when his
own skill shall not avail"
kissed my cousin.
''And now, what do you mean?"
said. ''Ilave you the courage to be-
come the wife of such doctor?"
She smiled in the midst of her tears,
and we were betrothed at last.
Fortune willcd it that on the next
day should again be called to attend
child, who was very sick with the
Group. / was also fortunate to be able
to save it. Much grace has God since
then allowed to be bestowed til ough
my hands to the sick and the poverty
stricken. My profession became dearer
and dearer to me. The mother of the
child who had been my first patient
soon moved into my house to attend to
the management of the household until
my dearest one became my wife. She
then stayed with us as cook, until later
she became nurse to our tirst-born
daughter, Marie. She wept over the
child for joy, and in thankful remem-
brance of the little blonde girl who
had shown me what it is to be physi-
clan. n.-Pittsburgh Bulletin, from the
German Of Marc Boyen.