The beautiful garment, and other storiesA. L. O. E.
Religion
The beautiful garment, and other stories
A. L. O. E.
Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction
The young teacher uttered no cry; she fell stunned and senseless to
the ground. She saw not the pitying crowd who thronged around her.
When raised from the ground, and carried on a shutter to the nearest
hospital, she felt no pain from the motion. It was not for some hours
that Grace had sufficiently recovered her senses to know what had
happened, or to comprehend the nature of the injury which she had
received.
Great indeed was the trial to the poor girl when she awoke to a sense
of what was before her. Her spine had sustained an incurable injury,
such as might not perhaps shorten life, but which might render her
utterly helpless as long as that life should last. The once active,
energetic young woman would never again be able even to sit up in bed,
and all her hopes of usefulness as a teacher were crushed in a moment
for ever!
Dark indeed were the prospects of the orphan, when this cloud of
misfortune so suddenly swept over her sky! Where should she go—what
should she do—when dismissed, as she soon must be, from the hospital
which had received her? Her little savings as a governess had all
been expended; she had no home to which to return, no friend wealthy
enough to be burdened with the support of a helpless cripple. There
was sympathy shown to Grace by the supporters of the charity which had
so lately accepted her services. There was even a subscription raised
for her; but the assistance thus given was far too small to render the
lady independent. As she was unable, and would always be unable, to
rise from a lying position, it would be hopeless to attempt to gain a
miserable pittance by her needle. Drops of agony stood upon the brow of
the poor young lady, as the terrible truth forced itself upon her mind,
that, henceforth, the only home that she could look to on earth was the
poorhouse.
Grace could not at first bend her spirit to submit to a fate which she
looked upon as worse than death. She quitted the hospital for a lodging
where the kindness of strangers enabled her to struggle on for a time.
But she knew that this could not last; the evil day might be put off,
but was certain at length to arrive. Grace thought that it was wrong
to draw so heavily upon the charity of others, when so many of her
fellow-creatures were in want of common necessaries. What was given to
her lessened the power of the generous to assist them; and Grace was of
too unselfish a spirit to bear to encroach on the kindness of the rich,
or draw away relief from the poor. So she made up her mind at last she
would go where she had a right to food and shelter; she would claim the
support of her parish, now that she could not support herself.
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