Willmar tribune., 1900-12-19
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: Martha Deans, Doubt 5
BY Mary Sweet Potter.
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$50 long have I prayed and waited
for prosperity-nay, even a sufficient
income to yield my children and my
self the common necessaries of life
without receiving an answer to my
prayers, that I am tempted to believe
that God does not redeem His promises,
but to few favored Ones" So spoke
Martha Dean.
The very essence of bitterness must
dwell in the heart of one who gives ut
terance to such a sentiment, and, in
deed, Martha Dean was in bitter and
desperate mood, which was quite un-
usual with her. for she had never lost
faith before.
She sat there before her fireless
kitchen range, her dull eyes watching
the progress of great snowstorm.
She saw nothing of it's white, fierce
beauty, however, but gathered only the
one harsh idea that it was the
inevitable cruelty of winter, for by
bitter experience she had learned that
to her and hers, these later years of
her life, winter brought little but cold,
privation and general discomfort.
It was not yet dark, but to keep the
children from taking cold she had
tucked them as warmly as possible into
their beds; for there was so little fuel
that she had allowed the fire to die out
as soon as she had cooked the simple
supper, thus insuring little warmth
and comfort for the next day, as well
as blaze to cook their meals.
Now she heard them calling to each
other across the room, and then little
later Jennie, the oldest of the four, was
telling story to little Edith, who lay
beside her, and trying to keep her voice
up to a pitch high enough for the two
little boys, Tommy and Johnny, to
hear also over across the room. -.
Here was one source of bitterness
for Martha Dean. She wanted her chill
dren chatting and playing about her in
comfort and happiness, but her pinch
ing poverty forbade even that.
The words of Jennie's story came
now and then to her mothers ears; it
was an extravagantly generous Christ
mas story, and Martha Deans lip
curled in smile of bitterness as she
listened.
my poor babies!" she murmured
'Theirs will be sorry Christmas time,
with not even fire to keep them
warm" ,-t%
For the next day would be Christ.
mas. and being, for the time, faithless,
she felt sure that no Christmas cheer
awaited them-nothing, indeed, but
privation and misery. The, hours
passed, the children's voices were
hushed in sleep, and she could no long.
er watch the storm, but she knew by
the light patter against the window
with now and then fierce fling of the
sleety snow, that it was still raging
and she sat in silence and darkness
thinking not of some plan to work out
Of the difficulty they were in, for it
seemed to her that every outlet was
closed-but of the past, when she and
her little ones had been surrounded by
comforts and blessed and protected by
the. love and care of the husband ano
father, who had died and left them fou1
years before .~s>. ~ &
Suddenly there came to her ear.
splaintive cries and q noise at the door
Martha Dean fastened to light he1
lamp. u Il. ,@ " f T.. + t,s5.s
Whatever it is that wants to come
In out Of such q storm, it shall come,
she thought. ~ can at least give shel
ter to any creature that is without, b,
it beast or huDaan." And she hastene<
to throw opep the door. \.
A little child stood there, covered
with snow, its face uplifted in anxiou
inquiry, its breath coming in quic]
gasps. \ y; .... RI. ==
Not q poor looking child in thin
lclot thing, wit h = pinched face, as on
might expect to see out upon such
night, but q child weighted down will
rich, cumbersome wraps, with a fac,
round and rosy and beautiful.
Fearlessly she stepped inside, an,
I'm 50 doing disclosed the one faul
! In her dress which had rendered he
short exposure to the storm danger
Isous and uncomf fortable. Her fee
we're clad il light slippers, and !,
wading through the snow she ha'
wet them through and through
though she had walked only g shor.
distance.
ss{.tY Oh dear little one! 8 cried Marth'
IDean. How did you come here? r ASSs
iI,asg..I + s5a.I was all lost till sI said A,
Iprayers, was the quick reply. 4.lyV Y
were going to see grandpa, and 7 tum11 I'm
bled out off the big sleigh into sth
snow. Then the horses wouldn't stoI
/ ~ ~ 4 told the just 81 mamma tel
I5me "a, and He helped me to get here.
IND didn't yon get hurt anyWhert
Jou poor babe 22'' qnired 4arth
Il Deem, sbluShjnga 1T HE t1o GIRL rim