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The Blind Infant. The Family.

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At the hour of midnight, in a wealthy family living in the southwestern

part of Russia, a child was born. As the first faint, pitiful cry of the

baby echoed through the room, the young mother, who had been lying with

closed eyes, unconscious to all appearances, stirred uneasily in the bed.

She murmured a word or two in a low whispering tone, while her pallid

face, with its sweet and almost childlike features, was disfigured by an

expression of impatience,—like that of a spoiled child, who resents the

unwonted suffering as something new to her experience. The nurse bent low

to catch the inarticulate sounds that fell from her whispering lips.

“Why, why does he—?” murmured the invalid in the same impatient whisper.

The nurse did not understand the question. Again the child cried out,

and again the same shadow of sharp pain darkened the face of the mother,

while large tears rolled down from her closed eyes.

“Why, why,” she repeated in a whisper.

At last the meaning of her question seemed to occur to the nurse, who

answered quite calmly,—

“Oh, you mean why does the child cry? Babies always do. You must not

agitate yourself.”

But the mother was not to be pacified. She started every time the little

one cried, and kept repeating in tones of angry impatience, “Why—why—so

dreadfully?”

To the nurse there seemed nothing unusual in the cries of the infant; and

supposing the mother to be either unconscious or simply delirious, she

left her, and busied herself with the child.

The young mother said no more, but from time to time an anguish too

deep for expression brought the tears to her eyes. They forced their

way through the thick black eye-lashes, and slowly rolled down her

pale marble-like cheeks. Perchance her mother’s heart was torn by a

presentiment of some dark, abiding misery hanging like a heavy cloud over

the infant’s crib, and destined to accompany him through life even unto

the grave. These signs of emotion, on the other hand, were very likely

nothing more than the wanderings of delirium. But however this may have

been, the child was indeed born blind.

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