The producers news. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1918-1937, 1924-03-21
FAITH TRIUMPHS
BY Margaret McNulty, Plentywood

had worked and operated but to no
avail.
Each year the Fishers would enjoy
! trips or tours to different parts of
/ the world. Nc place Of any note had
! escaped their beauty loving eyes.
Jenny had always been denied these
as she had been blind from birth.
When these trips or different scenes
were described to her. she would clap
her hands with joy and yet words
were unable to express the longing
and hope of her heart In all the
world there must be some one able to
give her sight.
With wealth and power at his com
mand, grief or sadness had no place
in Mr., Fishers life, until his blind
child was laid in his arms. He was
/ different than most men in than his
| splendid business qualities were soft
ened, tempered and streng hened by
his fine sympathy, inherent tender
ness and ready responsiveness to all
appeals. He possessed enough of the
feminine qualities and graces to make
! his character richer and more low
able. He knew by experience the
pleasure and thrill Of acquisition, and
he took keen delight in planning
wisely fer future developments that
increase in material possessions. He
had learned the jov Of distribution
and he filled his cup of delight with
that JOY as well as others. How
heartily he enjoyed the wider vision
that comes only to those whose bene-
factions reach far and wide; then why
had this blow fallen? He would have
filled her life with JOY as he had his
two other daughters, Marion and
Joyce. How little he thought that
this tiny afflicted child could teach
him what strength really meant; not
the strength of inherited or develop
ed power but the strength which
radiates from a hopeful, loving, I'M
selfish heart.
The home or mansion as it really
was in the full sense Of the word,
was one fit for a king. Happiness
! seemed to radiate from all parts of
/ it. The nursery was full Of the finest
toys for children, everything was
there to make them happy and con-
] tent. Jenny played with her sisters
and found real Joy in their compan-
] ionship. But the gardens and flowers
and different things which make a
place beautiful had always remained
hidden from her sight How she
would have enjoyed watching the
gold fish in the large fountains, or
seeing the rosebuds bursting into
bloom, or watching the tiny birds fit
ting from tree to tree.
The morning Of Jenny's departure
dawned bright, clear and frosty. 1t
was the most important day Of her
life determining whether or not the
famous eye specialist of London
would be successful in his operation.
At last. the carriage stopped in
front of the door. Jenny was tender
ly lifted into her fathers arms and
placed in the carriage. while words of
hope were whispered into her ears.
1t was about a three hours ride
to the city and during this time Jen-
! ny's heart beat with joy, for there
was not even a shadow Of a thought
but what the doctor would succeed.
On arriving at the great hospital
Jenny was almost Immediately led
to the operating room by a nurse.
When she regained consciousness,
she tried vainly to remember where
she was. Soon she heard her father
speaking in hushed tones to the doc
tor. After a few moments of close
listening the words came distinctly
to her ears.
There's no use, Mr.. Fisher, your
daughter will remain blind for life"
Was it possible that the greatest
and most well known eye specialist of
the world had failed?
For the first time in her twelve
years, Jenny's head began to despair.
A gasp escaped her lips, which was
he first warning to those around
her Of her consciousness. Instantly,
it seemed, her father was at her side,
holding her tiny cold hands against
his face. She could feel the tears
S roaming down his cheeks and she
knew that this was the first time her
father too had despaired.
She forgot her own grief and found
herself speaking words OF comfort in
his ear, and planning for the life she
must now prepare 10 live.
For few days following, the sad
ness of those near and dear to her
welgher heavily on Jenny, yet in her
own heart there seemed to be some
| thing which may be called a hope.
! One of her favcrite pastimes was
to let her imagination run away with
! her. She could picture her own
home and it's surroundings; other
homes which she knew were not so
luxurious as her town. She could
imagine the rushing river with it's
/ banks lined with soft green trees and
do ted with bright flowers. She would
also imagine herself one Of happy
group of children playing in the
parks going or returning from school,
and thus the little voice was forever
singing in her heart.
One day as Jenny was indulging
herself in those dreams. a soft little
voice called to- her from the shrub
berry, which she Immediately recog-
nized as that of Inez Bino, a little
Italian girl who had often been the
recipient Of many beautiful riffs
from Jenny. AT the age Of eight int
had been hurt by a fall which result
ed in a permanent injury to her hin.
Her people We're ptiifully poor. Her
father worked very hard but could
scarcely make enough money to keep
the family alive. Their home was Of
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