Americans -- Cuba -- Fiction; Spanish-American War, 1898 -- Fiction
It was with mingled feelings of joy and sorrow that she left the scene
of her recent activities ... she was carrying with her many sad memories
of heroism and of suffering borne with patriotic patience ... her heart
was heavy when she reflected upon the horrors she had witnessed, but
her spirit was loyal to the sacred cause for which so many splendid
lives had been sacrificed ... she could see, with prophetic vision, a
happy and prosperous race of people taking the place of the down-trodden
and pitiful company of cowering peasants with which she had been all too
familiar ... it seemed to her that she could see the smiling faces of
many happy children crowding along the narrow streets of the small
villages of Cuba ... it seemed to her that she could almost hear old men
relating the long-past horrors that had been common under the iron heel
of the Spanish oppressor ... relating these remembered facts to those
who shook their heads, half doubtingly, as they listened to them.
Ruth herself, was looking forward with bright anticipation to her return
to her own beloved home ... dear to her, not only because of its
intrinsic attractiveness, but also because of the precious memories it
held of her parents whom she constantly mourned for and kept alive
within her loving heart; for so it is, as I believe, that those who are
beyond the earth yet live among us who are yet in human form; I think
that those who are made welcome in the hearts of men and women continue,
often, their stay within the circle of humanity; so long as mortals
remember and long for them, so long will they care to wander among the
hills and mountains and along the pleasant valleys and by the oceans
and the rivers of the earth; if they should be forgotten by all
humanity, it does not seem to me that they would often wish to look upon
the moonlight or the sunlight of our world; if nowhere in our world
their spirits could find a resting-place, it seems to me they would not
care to stray among mortal men and women.
Freed souls, as I believe, are not compelled to associate with those who
are uncongenial to them; they do not have to yield their finest taste
and dearest wishes, as so many mortals do, to what is far beneath
them ... far beneath their inner consciousness of right and wrong. They
do not, as I hope, just because they made some sad mistake, go on
suffering for dreary years, as many women have, because they saw no way
of sure release except through death itself.
It is a pitiful but well-established fact that many wives and mothers
have borne long years of martyrdom because, in their first youth, they
made unfortunate matrimonial alliances.
There are so very many ways to put on binding-chains in human life;
there are so many changes common to most mortals, steadfastness and
truth are such rare qualities, that I sometimes wonder how men and women
manage even as well as they do.
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