Forty-seven years ago, in June, Helen Adams Keller was born, at Tuscumbia, Ala. For a year and a half she was a healthy and good natured little absurdity; then, in her second winter, some jealous deity reached out his hand toward Helen Keller. She had an illness, "acute congestion of the stomach and brain"; afterward she was as deaf and as blind as an idol. For five years, "a peevish, unmanageable little animal," she squirmed in the horror of an endless gloom. Then the wise fingers of...
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