There was poverty in that little country home, but there was also its one redeeming corollary: Hope, which was represented in the girl's violin. The mother gave the girl their meager surplus, and she came with her hope and her genius to the far-away city. Her music sang its way into the hearts of the metropolis, and she became famed and favored. Then she met him, and he loved her. He was the son of aristocratic and arrogant wealth. And in her love and its happiness and the ecstasy of her triumph she forgot the humble home and the tender, trusting mother. The short and seldom letters soon ceased entirely, and the anxious mother-heart hungered and yearned for news of the girl. So she came to the city. The girl made it evident that her presence displeased and embarrassed her, so she returned to the farm. A few weeks later the girl received the news that scattered and shattered her joys. Her mother had made her last earthly pilgrimage to her last earthly hope, had gone over the hills with...
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