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The Indian advocate. ([Sacred Heart, Okla.]) 1???-1910, March 01, 1903, Image 28

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children, I thought it was more than I could bear; but it
wasn't bad as this "
The stranger waited until she recoverd her voice to go on.
"I had only the cottage and my willing hands. I toiled
early and late all the years till John could help me. Then
we kept the girls at school, John and me. They were mar
ried not long ago. Married rich, as the world goes. John
sold the cottage, sent me to the city to live with them, and
he went West to begin for himsslf. He said we had pro
vided for the girls, and, they would provide for me now "
Her voice chocked with emotion. The stranger waited
in silence.
"I went to them in the city. I went to Mary's first. She
lived in a great house many times larger than the little cot
tage, but I soon found there wasn't room enough for me- -''
The tears stood in the lines on her cheeks. The agent
came out softly, stirred the fire and went back. After a pant
she continued:
"I went to Martha's went with a pain in my heart
never felt before. 1 was willing to do anything so as not to
be a burden. But that wasn't it. 1 found that they were
ashamed of my bent old body and withered face ashamed of
m.y, rPll.gh., wrinkled hands, made so toiling for them "
, The tears tcame thick and fast now. The stranger's hand
rested caressingly op the gray head,
"At last they told me I must live in a boarding-house,
and they'd keep me there. I couldn't say anything back: mv
heart was too full of pain. I wrote to John what they were
going to do. He wrote right back, a long, kind letter, forme
to come, right to him. I always had a home while he had a
roof, he said; to come right there and stay as long as I
lived; that his mothersshould never go out to strangers. So
I'm going to John. He's got only his rough hands and his
great, warm heart, but ther's' room for his old mother, God
bless him "
The stranger brushed a tear from her fair cheeks, and

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