Excerpt from Emmett LawlerShe lay now, as a worn-out woman when all the house is still. There was a haunting beauty about her face. Her cheeks, which all the ills Of life had not robbed Of their color, were now the shade Of pink sea Shells. Her eyes were partly open, as if she wanted to look once more at her ship-wrecked children. Her hair had been the pride Of the countryside. It reached far below her knees; so long it was. It was now brushed back from her high, white forehead. By the light Of the kerosene lamp, the clustering ringlets looked like a mass of dull red rubies.

The valiant woman had given her life to usher into the world - a little dead baby.She had never believed that poor people should bring large families into the world. And now, like many a sol dier, with face upturned to the Sky, she had given her life in a battle the idea Of which she felt was wrong.Her husband, however, felt that God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. He was quite unmindful Of the fact that if the lamb had not been shorn there would have been no need Of tempering the wind. But that was all Over now. The dreary rain fell steadily on the roof and windows Of the cabin.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books.

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