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of stories could be told about the hospital but to me the biggest satisfaction was the realization of our dream after the difficulties we had to over
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Mrs. D. B. B.
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BEAUTY FOR ASHES
Dear Papa David:
I was not inclined to forego my constitutional rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. It was not necessary. My husband's sister had cared for her invalid mother for thirty years.
Suddenly the picture completely changed. My sister-ih-law passed away. "Ma" was in her nineties. My blissful companionship with my husband was rudely broken. When either of us went out, the other stayed home.
I became positively resentful. One evening I took inventory; where was my courage? The authorities agreed that married folks were better off by themselves. Experience proved it. Why not challenge that overwhelming evidence to allow the exception to prove the rule?
An unflagging spirit of romance in the bhnd old woman was deeply touching. So together we traveled the high road of fiction, wsiiting in suspense for the prince to claim the bride. My mother-in-law was gifted with a remarkable memory and from her storehouse of poetry there came treasures new and old. I responded with
exciting colorful tales of life in New York. When the family thought it wise to shade the truth, I was frank. The lonely hearted came to trust me as she did no one else.
When the tired spirit began its long journey through the shadow of death, the oldest daughter traveled thousands of nules to her mother's bedside. But the only coherent words the dying lips uttered were addressed to the one who had given her beauty for ashes: "Cannot you be my nurse?"
Truth is stranger than fiction. But the common clay which my Maker used to form me, is deeply satisfied when memory brings that beautiful light of gratitude into the eyes of my husband.
This is my rare jewel.
Mrs. T. McQ. {Continued on page 80)
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