The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-07-12

hoofs on the stair. and follows. 1t
was the horse that had borne them on
the night Of their bridal. swift and
safe from pursuing vassals, and her
hand was on the bridal when spouse
and steed swept upon the tower.
Down she knelt at her lords knee
And she looked up silently,
And he kissed her twice and thrice
For that look within her eyes.
Which he could rot bear to see.
Then putting her away from him,
he bade her go back to her firing
room and her maids. But she by
wifely bond and woman's love swore
that in death or life she would not be
parted from him. He turned and
sprang the saddle, but she caught and
Clung to the stirrup rein. With bit
and spur he backed his horse for that
wild leap from the battlements,
whence a hundred feet went down."
But she still clung, half swooning,
her hair sweeping the ground and her
limbs dragging. Three times her
husband broke her claps and three
times her hands closed again with the
same convulsive clutch. Then, as
commencing her to God, he pressed his
horse back for the fearful leap, love
gave her almost superhuman strength
and she climbed to the saddle with
him,-"By her love she overcame."
And her head was on his breast,
Where she smiled like one at rest.
Then the horse in stark despair with his
Front hoofs poised in air
On the last verge rears amain.
Now he hangs, he rocks between, and
His nostris CuIde in,
Now he shivers head and hoof, and
The flakes of foam fall off,
And his face grows fierce and thin.
Then back-topplihg, crashing back,
A dead weight flung out to wrack,
Horse and riders overfell.
OH men sigh, that was a woman to
die for. There are no such women
now a-days. The high heroism is a
thing of the past. Let the men who
thinks so go into his kitchen awhile
and watch his wife, worn and weary,
while he ponders this saying:
It's harder to live with the average
man than to die with him.
out, broken down, crushed by the du-
ties of wifehood and motherhood, who
would gladly trade all these years of
suffering and pain for a few joyous
months that followed marriage and
then like the Duchess May, smile at
the dark leap, with the arms of the
man she loved close -clasping her.
Every wife. every mother is a hero
.
that little hand into yours, and for
saking father and mother for your
sake? Is there no heroism In assum-
ing the responsibility and risk Of
motherhood?
1t is doubly heroic when the young
woman can look around her and see
what loss marriage so often entails,
loss of health, of figure, of complex
ion, of strength.
The best recognition that can be
given to the hcroism of women is that
which minimizes its perils and
smooths the path of duty as much as
possible. It's a very beautiful thing
to have monument setting forth the
virtues of the wife and mother, with
a weeping husband hanging wreaths
about it, But it is a very much more
| beautiful thing to be happy, healthy
woman and "joyful mother of chill
| dren."
The crown of motherhood ought not
| to be a crown of martyrdom.
The most practical recognition Of the
| worth of woman, her courage, her
| suffering and her needs, is TO be
! found in that "God-send to women"
| Doctor Pierce's Favorite Prescription.
| There is no extravaganza in that
! statement. The martyrdom of moth
erhood is done away by the use of
this great remedy for female troubles,
debilitating drains, and the infiam-
nation and liberation which cause
such suffering.
81 would like to express my graft
tude to you for the benefit l have re-
ceived from your wonderful medicine,
| DIR. Pierce's Favorite Prescription"
writes Mrs. II. c. anderson, of South
| Britain, New Haven Co., Conn, (Box
30. During the first month after
| found l was going TO become a mother
l could not keep anything ON my
stomach. Was so sick that | had to
| go to bed and stay for weeks. In
fact / went TO bed the 2Sth of June
and never got up until the first Of