Eureka Reporter | 1905-02-17 | Page 4 | One of Life's Tragedies

one of lifer s tragedies they found her stark and cold and dead in that dark prison cell neglected and forsaken old andi marred past tongue to tell surrounded by grim spectral shapes that mocked her where she fell how fared she to this d smal place how came she 1 ere to die from what sweet flowered way of with and girlhood long gone by came she to this barred room of hell upon these stones to lie from what white skies to these of gloom from what bright world and fair prom what dear arms of love to thia grim silence and despair so like a withered leaf she lies and who Is there to care far back in some white cradle she gazed in a mother s eyes and smiled and 1 eted dimpled hands in wondering surprise and hi her eyes there was a hint ot yonder skies then came the dawn of womanhood and life was rare and sweet the pathway reaching down the yean seemed flowered at her feet A curtain hid this awful scene this moment of defeat so came at last the bitter end and on a bitter night grim death stalked 11 unheralded in majesty of might and smote the pr aon house of clay to give her splint flight and what of all her wasted years with hope once highly fraught and was she born into this world to suffer and for naught A blinded thing that blindly groped and in a web was caught they found her stark and cold and del in that dark prison cell neglected and forsaken old and marred past tongue to tell surrounded by grim spectral shapes that mocked her where she fell chicago chronicle 4