
Copyrighted 1914
By O. W. Coursey
The Woman with a Stone Heart
To those whose love of adventure would cause them toplunge head-long into an abyss of vain glory, hoping at life’ssunset to reap a harvest contrary to the seed that were sown, let mesuggest that you pause first to read the story of “The Woman Witha Stone Heart,” Marie Sampalit, dare-devil of thePhilippines.
Perhaps we might profitably meditate for a few moments on themusings of Whittier:
“The tissue of the life to be
We weave in colors all our own,
And in the field of destiny
We’ll reap as we have sown.”
—The Author.
To Her, who, as a bride of only eighteen months, stoodbroken-hearted on the depot platform and bade me a tearful farewell asour train of soldier boys started to war; who later, while I was TenThousand miles away from home on soldier duty in the PhilippineIslands, became a Mother; and who, unfortunately, three monthsthereafter, was called upon to lay our first-born, Oliver D. Coursey,into his snow-lined baby tomb amid the bleak silence of a coldwinter’s night, with no strong arm to bear her up in those awfulhours of anguish and despair,
My Soldier Wife, Julia,
this book is most affectionately dedicated.
“Only a baby’s grave,
Yet often we go and sit
By the little stone,
And thank God to own,
We are nearer heaven for it.”
—O. W. Coursey.