Various, Belford's Magazine, Vol 2, December 1888
“ The blood on the quilt was lighted by the unsteady flame of the candle. Suddenly she saw the scarlet pool. Her head swam and she sank on her knees. Taking the blind man's head impulsively yet tenderly in her hands, she laid it against her heart, bursting with this new grief.Soothed by the mother's presence or frightened by the nearness of Death, the infant ceased its wail.The cradle stood still.But the red stream flowed rapidly, while Blind Benner nervously and weakly took from his vest-pocket a piece of crumpled paper and handed it to Lizzī. ”
