Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1898-04-07

| eve her heart was sad and her eyes
| fearful, for it was the anniversary of
the death of her darling and only child,
| beautiful daughter of six short years.
| One whole year since she had been
alone, and Helena had been singing
| with the angels.
She said that she was not rebellious,
that she did not mourn as those with
out hope, but yet that life never could
again wear the joyous aspect that the
past had worn.
Even when she endowed a ward in the
Children's hospital and had given to it
that precious name, 1.-The Helena" she
could not adopt her pastors wise sug-
gestion, and present her dear ones
playthings to the invalid waits who
were to occupy it. She furnished the
ward tastefully and bought new toys
forit, but her heart rebeIliously chung to
the sad pleasure of keeping the nursery
just as it had been left, when God
called its guest home.
She said she was getting resigned"
and she busted herself working among
the poor and 'giving in HeIena's namc,"
and passed her leisure amid the sur
roundings that kept her thoughts too
1nuch on the earthly part of her sorrow.
Here, she daily sighed over the white
canopied, short-length bed; and ten
derby touched the toy tea table and the
armchair to match it, in which Helena
always sat when she played at five
o'clock tea" She fingered tearfulIy
over the china tea set, that would nSYer
hold again the play suppers and sor-
~ Ill
asleep in their tiny white crib. No, she
never could give them up, even to The
Helena"
In vain her Inexperienced mother
protested that all this was not good
for her, that it was not that cheerful
acceptance of discipline that God de-
sired.
Il cannot give them up; it is all that
L have left of her!"
But, darling, all you have a right
to now is q chastened memory, mem
DRY that should daily grow not less dear,
but less a bleeding wound. These earth
~ reminders prevent the wound from
healing"
1t was useless. She could give up her
money and her time, but not these, 'oh,
not these"
"A woman wishes to see you, ma
dam-Miss Henderson, she calls her
self" And the maid servant spoke with
an air that betrayed her thoughts: "a
woman who gives no card must be no.
body, sure"
Mrs. Estabrook recognized the name
at once; Miss Henderson was regular
worker among the needy; one of those
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leases" and report to those with means
to relieve.
Bring Miss Henderson up here,
Maggie" and she laid down the photo
graph of Helena that she had been
mournfully contemplating. Angel
child" she whispered, softly.
You look all tired out, Miss Hender-
son. Take this easy chair" and she
smiled upon her caller winningly, for
she was really lovely and Christian
woman; and having been born to the
purple" had the easiest of manners
with all persons, whatever their social
position might be.
Indeed, am tired and heart-sick,
too. l have come direct from one of
the saddest cases that / have ever en-
countered, and that is saying a great
deal, and l have come to see if you feel
that you can do anything for them;
I know that you are doing a great deal
all the time. but 1 did not know who else
to go to this time. It is hard to always
go begging, even if it is in behalf of
Others" and Miss Henderson paused, as
If, perhaps, she had atslast brought TO
notice the one case too many, for even
the rich and charitable sometimes reach
a limit where they feel justified in say
ing: ''I can do no more, just at pres
emit"
eyes, I know Miss Henderson" re-
sponded Mrs. Estabrook, pleasantly, in
an encouraging tone, ''but this time my
charity fund is not quite exhausted.
What is it, please, that has affected you
so?"