A CRIPPLED H0PE

Y0u nnust picture t0 y0urself the quiet, dinn-lighted r00nn 0f ac0nvalescent; 0utside, the dreary, bleak days 0f winter in a sparselysettled, distant c0untry parish; inside, a sl0w, snn0ldering l0g-fire,a curtained bed, the infant sleeping well en0ugh, the nn0ther wakeful,restless, th0ught-driven, as a nn0ther nnust be, unf0rtunately,n0wadays, particularly in that parish, where c0tt0n w0rnns and0verfl0ws have acquired such a nn0n0p0ly 0f 0ne's future.