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Her Last Half Year

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Day
20
Month
July
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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Héroes do not always die on battlefields. We all know that, but now and then the truth of the statement is exemplifled in a manner that is forcefuL One evening there carne into the room where I sat a beautiful woman tastefully attired. Her eyes were nnnaturally brilliant, and in her oheeks there flamed a color like a stain of blood. I recognized her at once as a well known and highly successful teacher in one of Chicago's public schools. There was something about her appearance that surprised me, for heretofore upon the occasions when we had met she had been notable for the plainness, not to say the shabbiness, of her attire. The rich velvet of the cape she wore and the feathers on her elegant hat caused me to exclaim: "Why, how handsome you look! What have you struck?" "Death!" was the answer. "Tbe doctors have told me today that I have an incurable disease and cannot possibly live longer than six months. I have scrimped myself all my life to save money to buy books and cultívate my mind. I am through with all that. Now I am going to take a hand at the material pleasures. If I have but a half year to live, I'll live royally. " Since that time she has wasted rapidly, but the room where she lies is f uil of flowers and objects of beauty. The gowns she wears are creations of beauty, and she allows no niourning nor any allusion to her fate iu her presence. She faces death with an absolute heroism that makes one want to applaud rather than to weep. This manifestation is not so grand as the manifestation of moral courage might be, but there is something about it which makes the blood tingle a

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News