A society couple, neglect their young daughter in favor of their social life. When the girl becomes seriously ill, the father realizes the errors of his ways and stays home with her, demanding his wife do likewise. She sneaks out to a dance and the child takes a turn for the worse. By the time she returns home the child is dead. After her husband leaves her, the mother realizes her selfishness and begs forgiveness at her daughter's grave.
The earth sustained no two happier beings than Mr. and Mrs. Nostrand, when God's greatest gift, their first born, was bestowed. Life's vista seemed bathed in sunshine as their whole thoughts were centered in the little one. In fancy they saw it grow from infancy to girlhood and on to young womanhood. But, alas, how often do these anticipations go awry. Becoming more and more engrossed in the social whirl, they give the child over to the care of the governess, until eight years later we find the father's time entirely taken up at his club, while the mother devotes hers to whist parties. Alone, neglected and forlorn, the child, crushed in spirit, becomes seriously ill. The father is now alarmed in the child's behalf and insists that the mother stay at home and care for it. He reasons that that is what the little one most needs. He is the first to reproach himself for negligence, and tries to point this out to his wife, but she is not as perceptive, and attends the child in rather a half-hearted manner. She does not consider the child is as ill as they would make her believe, and chafes under the forced and, in her opinion, unreasonable demands. Nervous, tired and longing for diversion, she defiantly attends a fancy dress soirée. During her absence the child becomes worse, and the doctor tells the husband the end has come. Dispatching a servant for the mother, the doctor endeavors to keep life in the little form until she comes, but in vain, for the pure soul has departed when she arrives. The tie is broken, the husband leaves, and she now realizes how false and hollow is the world in which she had been living. She sees nothing beyond but expiation. But how can she expiate this sin of neglect? Her child dead, her husband gone, life is mantled by gloom. At the grave of the child we see the poor woman, with bruised heart, breathe forth prayers of contrition, when the husband, drawn by the same impulse, approaches. Softened by the same grief they are reunited, each blaming themselves for their own sorrow.
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