Birmingham age-herald., 1895-04-28

eiety' column, and I was requsted to get it up as soon as possible. Hardly had
 the last word CSthe brilliant affair been written when tho eS4ephone bell rang out
 its warning signal. Answering l heard the following words Mrs. K has just | crossed the river and is gone to the great beyond" She was well known to me, we two having been intimately acquainted
 from childhood. and the brief, though sad announcement was sufficient. for I had
 all the data of her brief though brilliant life stored in my memory. Though termed a good item it was neverthe-
 less a sad one for me- I felt ill at ease
 when attempting to find words in which
 to eulogize the young woman whose
 brilliant future was so suddenly ended.
 But few months before 1 had written of her happy marriage, and was one of
 the chosen few at the nuptials Her
 husband was popular and the two started
 on life's journey with all the best wishes
 of a host of friends.
 Alas, it was a short lived journey, one,
 however while it lasted, full of unalloyed
 joy The task of writing the obituary was self imposed, and though hard to
 do was done as ably as I knew how. In
 my feeble way I attempted to tell how
 in life, she was one of the leaders in so- ciety, though her social pleasures never
 for a moment allowed her to forget the
 mandate, Do unto others as ye would
 be done by" for she was charitably in-
 clined and was ever ready to succor the needy. 1 thought as I closed the painful task, how many of the poor would regret to hear of her demise.
 My pad was clear and began prepara- tions for journey out into the night seeking for other themes, perhaps, less
 painful to write. I had hardly made the
 resolve ere the telephone bell again rang
 out. All my associates being busily en- gagged l answered.
 Come to the station bouea at oDca
 good item,' was what I heard. A mur-
 der perhaps thought as hurried along
 Arriving there l asked, What is it?" only another unfortunate tired of liv- ing, was the answer
 The hurry wagon" was just preparing to go after the woman, and, mounting | the back step, l, too went
 Arriving at an uninviting hovel. we | the driver and I, alighted and went on l the inside. There, lying on a filthy cot l was a remnant of'one of Gods noblest l efeat1ons-a woman-noW in the agonies | of a horrible death by the morphine | route.
 With no hopes of Heaven, no loved ones on | She cared not for friends, neither pleasure nor mirth.
 Her sands of life had almost run out. A | physician, hastily summoned, was doing l all that mortal dared do, yet twas in Valn Almost Tn the death agony she | cursed those who would lend her succor,
 she raved and fought like demon, and | it was all but impossible to do anything 1 for her. But stay suddenly her de-
 meanor changed-a flash of reason came to her shrunken mind-she began to sing, l Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom hy.o l As the words rose on the still air of the l night every head in the dimly-lighted | room was uncovered and as the last
 word was uttered her spirit fled from the
 miserable confines of dust and wended it's 1 way, let it be hoped, to the Redeemer | above.
 l We left the scene of death and leaving l the body in care of an officer to await the | dead wagon we returned to the heart of l the city, and as the driver and I, seated on the hurry wagon" rode silently