The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-05-31

STOMACH
BITTERS.
It Has No Superior.

It Has No Superior.
Her call was answered at length by an
other-a rasping wall unlike any other
she quickly found what she had braved
everything to seek.
Huddled there with her babe among the
ferns she was happy, for Its hunger was
satisfied, and SO was her mother nature.
Perhaps she slept, for she was terribly
exhausted; but if she did the earliest
birds called her at dawn, and she knew
that if she would guard her secret she
must go home.
| Graded this time in the box, warmly
wrapped in its new garments, the babe
was slowed away in a clunnp of bushes,
and the child mother, with many mis-
givings but unconquerable grit, for the
fourth time traversed the stony way 10
the village. And all that day she worked
about the house, helping her mother.
If it be asked where she found the
strength, let it be answered that Nature,
in impanting the greatest of all her
gifts-mother love-implants with it a re-
serve of strength, courage and endurance
beyond all ordinary experience or concep-
ton.
Night after night the child mother stole
forth and accomplished that journey,
hUshed her dnfant, was uplifted there in
the forest with the transports of mother
hood, and returned-returned at dawn
for day of wakefulness and toll and
biting anxiety for the safety of her child.
One night it rained, and she sheltered
the young one til morning with her body
AS the days wore on her ordeal pro-
duced a terrible change in her appear
ance. Her flesh wasted away. The color
left her lips. Her eyes blazed in deep
cavernS.
Her parents, deeply alarmed, sought to
call in a doctor, but this dreaded more
than anything else, and her will pre-
vailed
The fifth day was unlucky. On the af-
ternoon Of that day Jennie, very feeble,
was resting in the cottage garden. Her
mother was near by. A neighbor passed.
What do you think?" she exclaimed
over the fence. Some of the children
have found a baby in a box up on the
mountain
Land sakesr said Jenie's mother.
"Was it dead?'
NO; it was left there to die, but they
found it just in time"
Just think of deserving a poor little
baby like thatT' said Jennie's mother.
Shameful" calculated the neighSor, as
she hurried on with her news
Mrs. Lameroux did not see the tragedy
in Jennte's face not the protest and the
Indignation and the burning wish TO cry
out:
1T is my child! It was not left to dieI
I have not deserted it! 1 have nearly
killed myself keeping it alive. I love it
better than life, but 1 hid it because
such people as you would be the first to
drive US away"
The effort not to say all this robbed
Jennie of her last strength, and she
swooned
When she came to her senses the strug-
gle began anew. All night she lay awake
debating her course
Her babe was in good hands He would
never be hers, but he would be well cared
for. She would never again have his head
on her bosom, but there would be no dis
grace for her, no shame for her parents,
no anger, no parting. And doubtless the
child would be better off
But they called him a DESERTED child
They said he had been left on the noun
tain to die. And after all she had suf-
fered for him! He would grow up to be
lieve that his mother was cruel, that she
hated him. that she wished him to die.
No! She could not endure that Morn
ing found her eager and happy in the re-
solve to proclaim her motherhood
She went to the woman in whose care
the child had been placed and caught il
up in her bosom
1T is mine!" she said
And she told her story
Her parents. as she had foreseen drove
her away. The village scorned her.
She wandered hitler TO WIlkesbarre
The matron of the United Charities
found her and took her 10 the associa-
ton rooms
She is there now, slowly recovering her
strength and watching her babe grow
She has no regrets, no fears. Her whole
being is submerged in the enchantment Of
Mother Love.