| Show A comans womans life A wee mother is carefully putting her favorite doll to bed with tender solicitude she removes dainty garment and fastens on the tiny night gown then with a fand kiss she gives her treas aier and places it in its little cradle after patting it for a moment she tiptoed tiptoes out of the room as the twilight peeps curiously into it A fair maiden stands before her glass adding the last touches to her evening toilet her lover will soon be here her eyes are full of innocent lovelight lovo light ane looks eagerly at her reflection in the glassl how glad she is that she is pretty she frowns a little at a crimp that will not stay as should A ring comes at the door and she hastens away in the gathering twilight to meet her bo loved A young wife sits watch for her husband at each approaching footstep her heart beats rapturously and then grows heavy with disappointment ahe will not go indoors it is so sweet out there the creeping shadows cheer her trembling aul wul so she waits and wishes and the shadows lengthen into darkened night A mother is rocking her baby to sleep he looks at her gravely while ahoy move to and fro as if asking why the bright sunshine must leave and the angly shadows hide her dear face from him there is a wealth of wisdom iri his great sweet eyes he holds tightly to her dress as if to keep her near him when at least his eyes are closed she disengages this loving hand kisses him lightly ho must not bo awakened ard arises to put him into his crib then she sinks back into her chair and begins to rock him again it is so pleasant to rest in the twilight and he is so sweet to A woman kneels by a fresh made grave the headboard stares coldly at her and seems to say over and over again the words inscribed upon it he was her only child and she was a widow with laden eyes she bends down lower and lower till her lips rost upon the earth she longs to kiss tho quiet form it is hiding from her and the twilight seems to hurry past her and gladly lose itself ia the darkness A wom old woman sits watching the shadows come they are friends to her friends that bhe welcomes for they always sing the same kong to her one day nearer home and as she smiles to them her thanks sho too repeats one day nearer homo and so life comans womans life goes on in the twilight till rest comes to her weary body and joy to her waiting heart till her spirit reaches its home where never shadow can fall upon it |
