Glasgow weekly times. (Glasgow, Mo.) 1848-1861, 1851-07-03
A TOUCHING STORY.

mOtnCr love and counsel.
"What agony was visible on my
mothers face when she saw that all she
said and suffered failed TO move mel
She rose to 60 home, and followed at
distance. She spoke no more to me
till she reached her own door,"
"lt is time now," said she. "Go, my
son, ,and onccmoro let me bescech you TO
think upon what have said"
IL shon't go 10 school" said |.
She looked aslonished at my bold
ness, but replied firmly:
Certainly you will 80, Alfred, com
mand you"
81 will not!" said | with a tone Of de.
fance."
zone oftwo things you must do, Al
frcd--ci,hcr 90 to school this moment
or will lock you in your room, and
keep you there till you are ready TO
promise implicit obedience TO my wish
es in future
81 dare you to do it," said ], "you
cant get me up stairs"
"Alfred, choose now," said my moth.
er, who laid her hand upon my arm
She trcmbled violently, and was dead
ly pale.
"lf you touch me | will kick you,"
said |, in terrible rage. God knows
| knew not what ! said.
"Will you 60, Alfrcd"
"No!' | replied but qualed beneath
her eye.
Then follow me-" said she as she
grasped my arm firmly, raised my
foot--oh, my son, hear mel I raised my
foot and kicked her; my sainted moth-
er! How my head reels, as the torrent
of memory rushcs over me! kicked
my mother; a feeble woman; my moth.
err She staggered back few steps,
and leaned against the wall. She did
not look at me. | saw her heart beat
against her breast. "Oh! Heavenly
Father" she cried, forgive him--he
knows not what he does!' The gard
ner jus, then passed the door, and sec.
ing my mother pale and almost unable
10 support herself; he stopped; she
beckoncd him in. Take this boy up
stairs and lock him in his room" said
she, and turned from me. Looking
back as she was entering her room,
she gave me such look; it will forever
follow me; il was look of agony,
mingled with the intcnscst love, it was
the last unutterablo pang from heart
that was broken.
In moment found myself Pris'
oner in my own room. | thought for a
momen, would fling myself from the
open window, and dash my brains out,
but felt afraid to do il. ] was not
peniicnt. AT times my heart was stub
born, pride rose in an instant, and bade
me not yield. The pale face of my
mother haunted me. flung myself on
the bed and fell asleep. Just at twi-
light | heard footstep approach the
door. 1t was my sister.
"What may tell mother from you!
she asked.
Nothing" replied.
"Oh Aired for my sake, for all our
sakcs. say that you are sorry; let me
tell mother that you are sorry. She
longs to forgive you"
i would not answer. | heard her
footsteps slowly retrcating, and again
flung myself on the bed to pass anolh
er wrelched and fearful night.
Another footsep, slower and feeblel
than my sisters disturbed me. A
voice called me by name. Ii was
my mothers
"Alfred, my son, shall | come! AR
you sorry for what you have done
she asked.
cannot tell what influence opera
I ting at that moment, made me sPeal
/ adverse to my feelings. The gcnt
o voice of my mother that thrilled through
lme, melted The ice from my obdurai'
h heart, and ] longed to throw myself oil
d her neck, but did not. But my word
gave the lie TO my heart, when ! said
was not sorry. heard her Withdraw
heard her groan. | longed to call he
back, but | did not.
was awakened from my uncns
.. slumber, by hearing my name Gale
g loudly, and my sister stood by my bee
J. side.
ID Get up, Alfred. Oh, don't wait
is minuiel Get up and come with me-
B. Mother is dying.
lie ] thought l was yet dreaming, but
got up mechanically and followed m
'e sister. On the bed pale and cold I
~ marble lay my mother. She had N
6, undressed. She had thrown herself c
- the bed to rest; arising to 90 again
! me, she was seized with palpilaIic
n, ~ ofthe heart, and was borne senseless
20 her room.
Icannot tell you my agony as loo
ed upon her-my remorse was tenfo
at more bitter from the thought that s.
of would never know it, believed III
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