Omaha daily bee., 1911-11-26
HOW She FOUND HER HEAVEN
Tragedies Of Lite never Limited to
One Group.
REMEDY FOR GNAWING GRIEF
Comforting Results of Giving n
Helping Hand TO the UnfOr-
tunatc--> of Human
UpIift.
.EMEDY FOR eNAwING GRIEF
ny ADA .A.4EnsoN.


No. this isn't a patent medicine adver-
tisement, only the story of how a woman
know mended her broken heart.
She was a small, brown-eyed woman.
will tell you her name later, for it is
we'll known. When L mention tue color
of her eyes, l DO SO with intent, .for,you
have noticed, TOO, that bruwn-eyed folh
live in a world OF sentiment Home ana
family, poems and flowers, mean 10 the
brown-eyed woman every whit us much
as to the biue-eyed woman aud more
than they do to her OF gray eyes This
hazel-eyed woman held fast TO the rule
Her home was not only her castle. IL.
was her palace OF beautiful hopes an.
memories.
Her husband was not mere meal
ticket, an animated and often ill-tem-
pered one, to her. On the contrary, he
was a demigod, a strong, wonderful
creature who went out into the worlu
that surged ana beat upon the QUEER
walls of her quiet home and brought back
10 It weekly pay envelope, as marvelous
TO her as the big game the cave man
dragged home after ii days hunt, TO ms
cave wife. Her children were not noisy
young rebels against her authority, but
tender young charges only little lower
than the angels. Her brothers were her
pride. Her sisters were her loving care.
Her old parents said she was a genius
among daughters.
She was busy and boundlessly happy I'm
mnistering to all these loved ones of
hers She was woman who never ut
tered murmur of complaint, VINO en-
joyed vast content, who thought life
was a gitt 10 be enjoyed. instead OF a
weight TO DO borne.
Tragedy stalks In.
Then disease and death entered her
home and the homes OF the rest of her
family. and one by one those homes were
emptied. Her children died. Her mother
died. Her husband came home with his
cave man supplies In the form of
weekly envelope and never left home
again until he was carried forth in
long, dark box borne upon the shoulders
of men in long, black coats and with sad
faces.
The old parents slckened and wandered
into that land OK shadows from which no
one finds his way back. Strangely the
brothers and sister were soon lost In
the same shadowy country. In two years
the brown-eyed woman sat alone in the
house thar was no longer a palace or
beautiful memories but palace OF vague,
shadowy shapes and torturng remem-
brances She could not fling her shawl
over her head and, run up the street to
fathers house nor take car across the
bridge to brothers or sisters for a twi-I
light chat or a midday heart-warming.
And, as she sat alone, her eyes took on
the look OK a mad woman She walked
the floor. She wrung her hands. She
ia tell IN her
and tried TO pray, but no words came.
Comforting Others.
She went around the corner to the
church with the cross atop, it that is
kept open all night for services for the
newspaper men ana other toilers on ana
about Park ROW. She told the black
robed chaplain she believed she was GO
ing insane. lie patted her brown head
that pain had sprlnkled with gray, as he
had patted the golden one OF the child
he had that day christened.
MY daughter" he SAID. when you feel
that you are going mad, go out and find
someone who is sadder than you and try
to comfort that one"
But there is no one" she protested.
Yes. my daughter" he said, there are
many Seek themg
That evening she climbed upon a street
car, not knowing where it would go. 1t
stopped in one OF the most crowded por-
tons OF the East Side. She pressed her
way through the crowd and found a |
woman had flung herself over the body |
of her child who had been run over by
an automobile.
Where is your husband?" she asked of
the woman. The woman flung back her |
black hair and looked at the questloner |
with strange eyes and laughed.
''He is in prison, for life" she an
swered.
Comforting DutIcs.
Mrs. Nora Burke took the woman TO her |
miserable two rooms in the tenement and |
finding that she would next morning be /
dispossessed she brought her TO her own !
home. And despite the womans sobbing |
and frenzied cries, the sight and sound of |
her seemed to press the vague shapes |
out Of her house, and the throbbing pres |
sure upon her brain lifted. When the |
babe had been buried she found the /
woman work and she still visits her once
week to assure herself that all is well |
with her.
Thereafter, when she felt she must /
shrek aloud at the thought OF her own |
agony, she went out and found someone !,
who was III OF ia shame or torment |
Every day she found such a one 10 help. |
The city heard of her good work and APP
pointed her probation officer OF the chill /
drens court. She works eighteen hours |
day. Her house in the old-fashioned !
street is overrun with her proteges. She /
cannot find an unoccupled second 20 |
brood upon her own griefs
When first l saw the Angel Of the chill /
dren's court she was smiling, and | |
thought there was no smile so radiant
this side Of heaven. 1t is self-forgetful-. /
ness. Nora Burke, and Burkes troubles, /
have been lost In the good she doc