Connecticut western news., 1905-11-16
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 Do you see that sad faced young wo- man with the gray hairs just appear
 g amid her brown locks? Who is she :? Miss So-and-so," you answer. "Why iid she not marryf" ''Oh, I guess be- Saps, she did not wish to marry" you dhswer. Oh. yes, she did want to mar ". She does not want to marry now because her heart Is broken. Many years ago a young man met her and laid siege to her heart. She gave to him the warm affections of her youth. You think she has a sweet face now. Aye, she was beautiful then. Her cheeks were as red as the roses. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. Her laugh was as the merry chimes of the village bells. The young man wanted the wedding set at once. Her father was taken sick. He could not find em- ployment This young girl said: No, cannot marry now. I must stay home and help to keep the home for my par ents and the children" He pleaded, but she firmly compressed her lips and said: Not now. Walt for me a few years and l am yours" He would not wait. Within two years he stood at the marriage altar. but not with her. Mrs. Grundy" talked for a few days about broken engagement, but she said nothing. No one saw her weep. She never complained-that Is, as far as any one else has known. Whether she wept in her room at night behind the closed door we know not. She broke her alabaster box of ointment of spike nard very precious upon her fa- ther's and mothers heads. She sacri- feed her own life for her parents lives.
 Fathers and mothers, have not our daughters always been willing to sacri- flee themselves for you? Iris true per haps they have not had to sacrifice the love of some young man, as the heroine of this story have told you had to do. But in every way have not your sweet faced daughters been willing to sacri- flee for you? Why. for years their lives have been spent In trying to please you. Let us beware that as we grow older we do not, as some parents, become more and more selfish. When our girls want to go with young folks do not shut them up as in a nunnery, and when the time comes for them to mate, If that time does come, in Gods good way let us be willing to let an- other step in and share that love, as the mothers of our wives were willing that their daughters should give us their love. An, yes, we have had good mothers. good wives. good sisters and. thank God, good daughters!
 But I cannot close without mention lag one other bearer or the alabaster box who has come Into your life. She may have been an aunt or q grand mother or, as 1t was with me. a dear, affectionate Christian woman about sixty years of age. In all probability she came to you In crisis. You may have gone to her for sympathy; you may have gone to her for spiritual or material help, and she never failed you.
 Cannot you see her now2 l can. 1 can remember just how she looked when I first met her. She was the saint of my Chicago church. She was one who always lived to do good. When sickness came into our home she was always there. Our babies were her babies, our troubles were her trou- bles, our joys were her joys. It was dark, stormy day. the Good Friday be- fore Easter of 1902, that I last saw her. l had been east visiting my sick father. She came down to welcome me home. She was always thinking of others, never about herself. It was q biting. tempestuous day, and she caught cold. Pneumonia stabbed her lungs In one week she was dead. and