Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1851-05-17
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sin Of grying and resisting mothers
love and counsel
"W hal agony was visible on my
mothers face when she saw that all
she said and suffered, failed TO move
me! Sherose TO GO home, and ! fol-
lowed at distance. She spoke no
more to me till she reached her own
door
ut is school time now said she.
Go, my son, and once more lei me
beseech you 10 think upon what |
have said
Il shan't go TO school, said |.
She looked astonishcd at my bold.
ness, but replied, firmly,
Certainly you will go, Alfred. /
command you
Il will not' said |, with tone OF
defiance.
One Of two things you must do,
AIired-eilher go 10 school this mo-
ment, orl will lock YOU III your room
and keep you there till you are ready
to promise implicit obedience to my
wishes in future.
Il dare you to do it, said |, you
can't get me up stairs.
Alfred, choose now, said my moth.
er, who laid her hand upon my arm.
She trembled violently, and was dead
ly pale.
If you touch me ] will kick YOU
said j, i'll Il terrible rage. God knows
/ knew not what said
win you 90, Alfredo
mol lreplied, but quaied beneath
her eye.
Then follow me-, said she, as she
grasped my arm firmly. i raised my
ioot-oh, my son hear me ii raised
my foot and kicked her--my sainted
motherl How my head reels, as the
torment Of memory rushes over mel
! kicked my mo,her-a feeble wo.
man-ny y motherl She staggered
back a few steps, and leaned against
the wall. She did moi look at me.
saw heart beat against her breast.
oh Heavenly Father she cried,
forgive him--he knows not what he
does!' The gardener just then p9ss-
ed the door, and seeing my mother
pale and almost unable 10 support
herself he stopped she beEkoned
him IN. Take This boy up stairs and
lock him in his own room,' sale she,
and turned from ME. Looking back
as she was entering her room, she
gave me such q look, lit will forever
follow met was look of agony,
mingled with the in,ensest Ioge-it
was the last, unutterable pang from a
heart that was broken, ll5Ig
In moment i found myself a
I prisoner mmy own room thought
for moment, ] would fling myself
iir,5l;17II ~ top2G window, ard dash nv
brauis out, but felt afraid to die. /
was not penitent. AT times my heart
was subdued, but my stubborn 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 al twilight
heard e Eoc!step approach The door.
Ii was my sister. a".1} Gual
What may l tell mother from
your she asked. 70 gol "a
Nothing | replied.
oh, Aired for my sake, for all our
SdheS, say that you are SOrFY--Iet
me tell mother that you are sorry.
She longs 10 forgive you
4 would not answer. Iheard her
footsteps slowly Tetreating, and a.
gam flung myself on the bed 10
pass another wretched and fearful
night. '~1''".' 'ai 10 ia2'.ef f.I[
Another footstep, slower and fee.
bier than my SISTERS disturbed me.
a voice called me by name. 1t was
! my mothers.
Alfred, my son, shall come in9
Are ) ON sorry for what you have
douel she asked.
IT, lcannot tell what influence, opera.
ting al that moment, made me speak
adverse 10 my feelings. THE gentle
voice Of my mother that thrilled
through me, melted the ice from nv
obdurate heart, and ] longed 10 throw
myself on her neck, but I did not.
But my words gave the lie to nv
when said was not sorry. II
longed TO call her buck, Bu, / did not.
j was awakened from my 6reasg
slulnber by bearing my name called
loudly, and my sister stood by my
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