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Show r " " .The Real Heroes of Present Day j was ever laid on tho alur of duty Took Pride in Her Dead, z'l couldn't let the children urr. I couldn't boar to think of them Inc. sent off to asylums, and 0 j brought them nil here, and wpj i don't know how 1 did It. I ufd'r9 nlsbt sometime Uter but I nltj sew all day and until 12 o'clock a all of those children and they haT all turned out well. The dot bt got Rood positions and the glrl8 ar all married and they'd do anybody 4 cred.t. "And I bought a little home on t Installment plan that'a nearly for. so that I won't by? dependent oj anybody whn I pet old." "Wonderful." I breathed. "Well." nhe said simply, "a womaa can do a lot when she Just keepi doing It. and It seems like, to me, when Ife Just doing little plain, com' mon, everyday thing, that a womin has got more grit about keeping oa doing them than a man has." I do not know If she was right alut this or not, but this I know when the great roll of heroes li called that there will be a myriad of A plain-faced, stoop-shouldered, weery-eyed weery-eyed wpmen who will rise up from thlr sewing machine and ncrubbbu brushes and cooking stoves and oa the meek brows will be placed th laurel wreaths that belong to thone who hare stood up. unafraid. In the forefront of the battle of life. They are the heroes who deserr the Cross of tho Iveglon of Honor. Not long ago an lS-yearold lad risked his life to save a man from drowning. The circumstances under which the rescue was made were thrilling and romantic, and as a reward re-ward for his bravery the lad was given a Carnegie hero medal and a sum of money. "Can't I give the monev to my mother?" the boy asked. "She is the hero in our family." Then ho went on to tell abmit how hls father, a poor working man, had died, leaving his family utterly ds-tltute. ds-tltute. There were six children, six little hungry mouth to feed, six Utlte bodies to keep clothed and warm, and nothing but one weak woman's hands to do It- The mother had not even a good trade. She was Just a scrub-woman, who spent hours of every day on her knees, wiping up the floors of a big office building, but on the pittance that she earned 6he some way kept her family together, and kept them fed and clothed. More, she paw that they went to school and had a chance at tho education that was denied her. To do this she tolled endlessly. For after her hard day's work at the office, of-fice, she went home to cook her children's chil-dren's meals, and to wash or new fnr Into the night, so that Mary might have a decent dress and Johnnie a clean shirt to go to school In. The Ceaseless Struggle of a Life. And so this ceaseless struggle went on. year after year the wolf always growling at the door, but the brave little woman somehow barring him out. Always there wa the narrowest margin between them and want, btit somehow she always managed to keep the pot boiling on tho stove, and the children rosy and healthy and well. Sometimes the mother went hungry, but never the little ones. But think of the years of back-breaking back-breaking toll and heart-racking nnxl-ety. nnxl-ety. Think of the thousands of times when, weary and worn, and racked with pain, tho woman got herself oat of bed and went to work, because sickness Is a luxury that the poor cannot afford. Think of tho times she left her little lit-tle ones 111 at home and started at every footstep, thinking It was a messenger mes-senger coming to bring ber bad news. But still she kept on with her work '-t her family together and the light burning In her humble little no M it. No wonder her son called her a hero, for no soldier ever fought with a more dauntless courage than this woman showed In her long battle against poverty and untoward circumstances. cir-cumstances. Hers, Indeed, was the greater courage, because her battle wan waged In loneliness and silence. with no martial music to thrill h'-r, no fluttering flag to beckon her on. the touch of no comrade's shoulder to hearten her. Her deed wasn't even spectacular, but. on her knees, amidst the reek of her soapsuds and scrubbing palls, this woman offered up herself as a "vln? -r!flro to her children, ond It wag ag fine and heroic a gift as |