The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1901-05-02
CHAPTER XII.

souls education. The soul of the
woman who grieves in silence broadens
and deepens. sending down into her
own life far-reaching roots and I'M
1olclng upward rare auxiliary bios
SONS that fill the life about her with
divine breathings. Such was the ex-
Per1ence of Frances Brookin. Thrown
back upon herself, conscious of inno-
cence, and feeling always the presence
OF sorrow, the sorrow of a great dis
appointment, she saw her girlhood
slipping away faster than time itself;
for it is true that age is the sum of
experience rather than years, and all
OF life may be lived between the set
ting and the rising of the sun. But
with Frances this change was not the
shrinking of the soul into forgetful-
ness; 1t was an enlargement of view
and perspective in which old headlands
assumed smaller proportions. New
imperative duties they seemed. arose
and met her; new responsibilities pre-
sented themselves; she faced them all
bravely, hopefully, lovingly. The fine
quality of her soul proved itself in the
casting out of all the bitterness which
mad IN the first hours of her misfor-
tune stormed its citadel and raised
somber banners there. The victory
over self won by this frail girl was SO
marvelously complete that no cynicism
supplanted her innocent faith in the
eternal existence of truth and good
ness and their ultimate triumph over
evil. Her touching acceptance of life
IN its new aspect was not born in a
day. There were weeks of anguish:
there were months Of dull heartache
and loneliness; there were tear-wet
pillows and nights of crying out against
tate; for the death of an ideal is the
saddest death in all the universe. since
Tor this there is o resurrection The
glrllsh ideal of Frances Brookin was
dead at last, and slept under the petals
OF faded white rose. Richard Somers
was out of her life, out of her heart.
The man she loved had never existed.
she told herself. He was dream. a.
romance, an immaculate conception of
a virgin mind. The real man was the
unworthy offspring of base, worldly
PASSIONS; he was nothing to her but
! name.
Political events fastened the girl
into Womanhood and towards that
large tolerance with which the strong
soul at last invariably encysts the in
expllcable and unwelcome facts it can
not avoid. With one leap the fierce
south entered the arena of war. and
Virginia hills echoed the mingled
cheers of contending armies and the
thunder of mighty guns. Richmond
seemed to have become, as in a day,
the center of intrigue and of action.
On every side flashed the gold and sill
YER OF wars rich trappings. Plumes
| danced IN the breezes and the confed-
crate gray met the eye, rest where it
would. From the capitol the banner
OF new nation foated proudly. and
beneath it echoed the tramp of march
ing legions. the galloping hoof-beats
OF horses, through all hours of day and
night Men. in this hitherto staid old
southern city, hurried under the spur
OF emotions that seemed born of con-
tag1on in the air, and anxious women
went about with willing hands to aid
IN every department they might in
vade. Among these, her life adjusting
itself easily and gratefully to the new
demands, was Frances Brookin. the
tenderness of her fine face softened
ana oeePened into divine womanliness,
the love-ray eloquent in her melting
eyes.
Swiftly the holiday side of the war
had faded out of view Agonized ST.
lence swallowed up laughter. For the
drift was coming in from where the
storm OF battle ragged, wrecks of hui
man forms once freighted with life's
rarest merchandise. Soon every hos
| pital, every available space in church
and public building and the most spa
| cious of private homes vert to have
their quota of the wounded the dying,
and the dead. The southern woman was
entering upon that field of labor in
which she achieved her noblest dignity.
her fame its imm ortality. Foremost
among those who first gave their en-
ergies, their whole lives to the allevia-
ton of suffering, the inspira ton of the
hopeless and the despairing, was Fran
ces Brookin. Free to dispose of her
time as she would and with an album
dant means at her disposal, she made
herself ministering angel wherever
soldier suffered. Day and night she
labored, sustained by boundless patri-
otism and an citation for which she
could not account, try as she would
She failed in her self-ana]ysis from
ignorance of the fact that a voice that
has once spoken to the heart is never
quite silent afterwards, and that
youth when it buries it's dead tramples
not the sod above it. Fie1f hatred of
the invader possessed her, as it did
| her sisters; bred in the bone and nour-