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THE FAILURE OF THE STRIKE
ried from the Park. She had no place to go, no one to care for her, nothing to live for, and she walked further into the Park, helpless, hopeless.
How grand it would be to rest for evermore!
The thought came and charmed her. How sweet, how blessed a long, easy, senseless slumber would be with no pain, no unhappiness, no hunger!
She noticed the reservoir, she climbed up and looked in. Like a bed of velvet the dark waters lay quietly before her, and the rough darkness of the surrounding country seemed to warn her to partake of what was within her reach.
A great wave of peace welled up in her heart, her weariness disappeared in an exquisite languor, which enwrapped her body and mind.
"'Rest, everlasting rest,' rang soothingly
