The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-14
or three or more crops year from his
alfalfa fields, and then pasture them dur
ing the winter-winter which is in reality
a continual spring.
SORROW AND JOY
How a Bereaved Mother In the Depths OF
=. Her Grief Found SoIace and
a Source Of Happiness.

. .:~ Her Grief Found SoIace ana
a Source Of Happiness.
The old song that sorrow and JOY may
meet has it's vital illustration in almost
every life The following beautiful ex-
ample of how the finest joy may be born
out of the deepest sorrow came to light
not long ago:
A woman living in one Of the subanban
towns Of eastern Massachusetts lost her
only boy few years ago, under most har-
rowing circumstances. He was a pecu-
liarly clean minded, winsome lad of IL,
who seemed to have been born with high
err ideals than are usually granted to the
modern boy. On the day before Christmas
he fell from some joists into the cellar
Of a half finished house, and so injured
his spine that he died after a. few days
Of agony -:r- ...~
The blow drove the mother almost in
sane. She could not be comforted. Her
husband, her friends, no one seemed to
have the slightest power to comfort her
or draw her mind from her loss. 49,.
One day, when it seemed as if her mind
would finally give way, she started up
with the cry: - .~" - .-~.
II must see my boy! !. cannot stand It
any longer! I must see him!' 49, - - -
It was late in the afternoon, and before
she realized where she was, and without
knowing how she came there. she found
herself in the streets of the city. AS she
stood there on a corner, dazed, undecided,
a. newsboy approached and thrust a paper
toward her with an appealing glance. She
looked down, and as she did so met the
eyes Of her own dead son-the eyes that
had haunted her and that she had been
looking for so desperately.
The face itself was different. 1t was
dirty, unretined, uneducated; but the eyes
were the eyes Of her dead son. ...
Her heart gave a great leap Of joy.
She had found an outlet for the activity
of a heart arrested by grief In its natural
maternal development The atmosphere
seemed suddenly to clear about her, and
her soul leaped for JOY. She asked the
newsboy where he lived, and told him that
she should call on him the next day. r.
She kept her promise. The conditions
in which she found the boy were condi-
lions Of squalor and poverty, as was to
be expected. She began to improve them
The first call was followed by others and
the newsboy was invited to her own home
From her interest in him she became in
terested In others Of his kind
The woman is not rich and she has
many demands upon her; but she now has
a family Of fifty newsboys, for whom she
cares and on whom she calls at least
once a month When they are in trouble
she is their help; when they are sick, she
Is their nurse. She is their mother, theil
good angel, and to-day Is one Of the hap
piest women In the world.
Death sorrow, disaster warp and BLIND
and ruin many lives, because many people
abandon themselves to their grief. But
the grief that steps outside Of self !:
the only grief which the followers o.
Christ should permit themselves. Mrs
Durant lost her boy and became a god
mother to Wellesley college. Mrs Stan
ford lost her only son and founded uni
versity in his name Sorrow illuminate
our vision. We search for our lost one.
| IN vain; but as we look, behold! the eye!
that seek ours for help or sympat thy ma,
be those Of the Christ, reckoning US t.
minister His name. ass< sss siss ssss