The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-01-28

sight;
! Pure type of the thoroughbred. clean
limbed and bright
Stood taking the plaudits as only his due
And nothing at all unexpected or new;
And then. there before US that brighi
flag it spread!
There's roar from the grand stand, ana
Tenny's ahead,
| I frightened the reins of Prince Charley
great SON
He's of, like rocket-the race is begun.
But. alas! alas for me it is finished
Poor Salvador must find another jockey
Never one that viii love him as I did
though.
"Ah. I tell you many's the good race
we've ridden to the finish together.
Both in New York and London I made
my big success with that poem You
should hear them shout in the grand
stand-I mean in the audience-when we
rode 70 the post. 1t was my dear old
daddy's blood that did it. Do you think
l could ever have ridden Salvador in the
drawing rooms Of the world if l hadn
grown up in a stable? Never in a thous-
and years.
But how I digress, don't I? You'll par
don me, won't you? I have such a little
time to live and so much-so much-that
would like to say and do-Tm afraid
the doing parts over. Just look at these
dear little pink slippers. They were sent
to me- All, how good God is to me! Do
You know that dear friends, whom 1
never expected to see again, have all
turned up within the last few weeks, and
chicken broth and lots OF pretty things.
Now, isn't it true that every lot has its
compensations? God is certainly sending
me mine. These last days are happy
ones.
life is a matter Of feeling. Of sensa-
tons, not of years. I would far rather die
forever and never see them again.
There is one friend-the dearest Of all
who has not come yet. Do you think
God will send him to me- Yes; I have
had my romance. I haven't seen him for
two, three years. All, 1 feel so young to
have no more love in my life. I wish he
would come, because want to say good
by, and end all things peacefully-say au
revoir till heaven-for my most comfort
ing belief is that we shall all meet there
sooner or later. You know these lines
my mind
And I think in the lives Of most women
and men
There's a moment when all would go
smooth and even
If only the dead could find out when
To come back and be forgiven.
81 hope God will send all my friends to
me before 1 die
You want to know how I felt when the
doctors told me that there was no hope
that the utmost limit of my days was
three months?
You will scarcely believe 1t, the whole
thing is so strange. I had all my angu-
ish in a dream the night before the doc
tors told me.
Il was taken with a terrible hemor
rhage in my apartment, and somebody
sent for the Bellevue ambulance. When
the doctor came he said if he had been
delayed five minutes more 1 should have
bled to death. But all the time 1 wasn't
a bit alarmed, myself. l didn't think it
was anything serious.
well, that night in Bellevue I had
most horrible dream. l dreamed that [
was in a room alone with a great black
horse. Everywhere I noted that he fol-
lowed me-always with his head on my
shoulder-tfe frisfat and horror he inspir-
ed me with I can't describe, because I
stock farm, yon know.
well in trying to escape from him l
rushed into an adjoining room. There
stood my friend-him 1 have not. Well,
[ rushed to him for protection, the horse
always by my side. He put out his arms,
but somehow he could not clasp me, and
then looking at me sadly. he said:-'Jen-
ME. little girl, it's too late, it's too late
At that moment-God help MEL suffer
ed all the agonies possible. I knew,
Knew it was my death sentence and from
MS lips. Then suddenly. after what
seemed to me centuries of agony, a great
peace settled down on my torn heart
"Then I knew better when the doctors
old me it was all over. I was going to
lie. and in my sleep commenced to sing:
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me
abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts fee
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
swift to its close edds out lifes little day;
1arths oys grow dim, its glories pass
away:
yhange and decay in all around me I see;
IN, Thou who changest not, abide with /
me.
LAS I finished these words the. sound .
f my own voice awoke me. The sun was /
ust rising in the east. and its rays. pass
ng through the window at the head of /
ny cot. just struck my face. The nurse.
ttracted by my singing, had come TO the /
bedside. When 1 awoke and saw her
tanding thre. she had the strangest ex-
,ression on her face.
Later on in the morning hours the |
octors came. The beginning OF the end. I
he'd said. In a little while they very
indy and tenderly broke 10 me the news
hat my short. happy, though tempestu-
us and vicissitudinous, life must end
thought just when the spring flowers
he narcissi and crocuses. are Gaming up
n the little Patch Grove cemetery they
7in put ne there. But even in winter it
s not lonely or cold there. The snow
les so costly IN ali the noks and Gran
les.
But for a while it was awful Never. /
ever had 7 thought Tor moment had
nythins serious or chronic the matter
nth me. For a while I thought On.
annot. VIII not die / am SO young yet.
shy.Irl only learning what Il I'll lneans.
Tha5 life IS and how 10 live t. cant.
fon't give it up. Ny work, my success.
Nv brothers. my life. ms love-evary-