Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1895-12-26

q tour through the mining towns had
gone to pieces. The manager had
fed, and Mrs. Maynard, his leading
woman, known on the bills as miss
Eta Baker," sat in the cherries min
ing camp hotel, her eyes red with
weeping and her brain almost dis
tracted. Her trunks. with others, were
held in the stage Office for the fares of
the company from the last stand, her
purse was empty. and she trembled at
every apprc aching step. fearing it
might be that Of the rough-speaking
landlord. coming to give her notice
that she must vacate the room
Mrs. Maynard was widow with
one child, sweet little faxen-haired
cherub who had q child's part in the
play. Her late husband was an ap-
parently well-to-do man, and. at their
home in an eastern city they lived in
peace and plenty until the dread de-
stroyer, pneumonia. left her widow
at the ago of twenty-one. After the
funeral of her husband she learned, to
her CONSERVATION, that his debts large
~ outweighed his property. and ere the
first great grief over his death had
been blunted by the hand of time, she
found herself homeless and penniiess.
In the days of her girlhood and early
married life she had taken a promi-
nent part in amateur theatricals, and
the talent she displayed in that line
had excited favorable comment and
had gained for her merited recogni-
ton in the columns of the city press.
When lef. alone in the world and COM
PEELED to labor for the support of her
self and little daughter, her thoughts
naturally turned to the stage, and she
soon found herself enrolled as a MEM
Der of a company bound across the
continent on California tour. At
Denver she was taken ill and the COM
pany was obliged to leave her there,
and when, after a long battle with
mountain fever, she reg aimed her
strength, her money was exhausted
and she was without employment
Then it was that an irresponsible
manager secured her services, with
She result above stated
The weather was bitterly cold, and
the small sheet-iron stove in the room
occupied by Mrs. Maynard and her
daughter seemed incompetent to bat
tie with the keen temperature which
penetrated the thin walls of the rough
structure dignifed with the name,
1.-The Cosmopolitan Hotel" The par
tition walls which separated the DIFF
ferent apartments were OF canvas
stretched on infreq ioists, and
reaching but little higher than the
head of a person standing erect
midget" as the wee mite OF
daughter was called, sat near the stove
with shawl thrown about her q" fcate
shouIders to protect them frotl the
cold. Looking up into her motners
fearful eyes, she said:
mamma, please don't cry so much,
for AZ makes me feel awful bad to see
vour tears. am sure God will not
forget us, for I prayed every time
woke last night for Him to take care
of ur, and after prayed l always ielt
so good and happy, just as II l nao
heard Him whisper to me that he
heard my prayers and would answer
them.
.Rleis your trusting little heart.
vou ard great comfort to me, Midget
the mother replied. but for your
sweet. cheering words would give up
ali hopehnd pray God to take us both
home tokour angel papa. We 4ave
onlv Col to look to in our troubles,
danphteA and we must not lose our
faith in de dear Saviour wslose birth
,wilI be Celebrated ali over the wort
tomorrow =,
The littaAcne had looked mp with
quick. ho2Am Slsness then me-