Some years ago there was a fire in a house in America. In one of the rooms a babe was lying. It was an awful risk to attempt to reach the child, but one took it, and that one the baby’s own mother. Rescuing her, she bore her away through smoke and flame, so sacrificing her own beauty in the attempt that always after would she have to go through life a maimed and disfigured woman. Years after, that daughter was entertaining some school friends, when a woman with a drawn and scarred face passed through the room. But the daughter did not introduce her to her friends, nor did she linger. After she had gone, one of the girl friends asked, “Who was that terrible-looking person who came in just now?” “Oh,” said the daughter,” that was our charwoman.” She was ashamed to own her mother, who had sacrificed her beauty to save her!
Rev. T. Hireson.