This Department is conducted in the interest of Girls and Young
Women, and the Editor will be pleased to answer any question on the
subject so far as possible. Correspondents should address Editor.
Probably most of you have heard of Helen Keller, but I have seen and
talked with her, and to see Helen and hear her sweet voice, which she,
dear child, cannot hear, is to have an experience which you never can
forget. "Come and take a cup of tea with me, and meet Helen Keller,"
wrote my dear friend, and I went.
It was on a winter day, late in the afternoon, when I entered my
friend's drawing-room. I saw, sitting beside her teacher, a fair young
girl, perhaps fifteen years old. Helen is straight and robust. She
carries herself finely, her head held up, her shoulders thrown back. Her
little hands are very white and finely shaped, with tapering fingers,
which are to her what eyes and ears are to us. Helen sees and hears with
those wonderful delicate hands of hers, and everything they tell her is
reflected in an instant on her sweet sensitive face. She has a very
merry laugh, and responds in a moment to the moods of others, whether
they are happy or sorrowful moods. Helen has fair curling hair and a
lovely complexion, and you would select her in any group of girls for
her beauty and air of grace and distinction. Better than looks is, what
her teacher says she possesses, a very sweet, patient, and loving
disposition. You discover this as you watch her, for there is so much
sunshine in her face, and her manners are so gentle and natural. Then,
too, she is very quick to express her thanks for any kindness shown, or
gift presented to her, and at any bit of fun her laugh is like a peal of
silvery bells.
Helen Keller was a baby not two years old when she had the illness which
shut her into darkness and silence for the rest of her life. With sight
gone and hearing gone, it seemed as if a very mournful fate would be
hers. At eight years of age she was deaf, dumb, and blind, and knew no
more than some little docile animal, for nobody had found out how to
waken up her brain, or to enable her to communicate her ideas to her
fellow-creatures.
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