Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1851-05-24
Gbe Daily 5pp.
The Timely Warming.
AN AFFECTING STORY.
(ConcEuded.)


In moment found myself prisoner in nv
own room. thought, for a moment, | would fling
myself from the open window and dash out nv
brains, hut felt afraid to die. | was not penitent.
Al tunes my heart was subdued, but my stubborn
PRIDE rose In an instant, and babe me not to Weld
ne Pale lace oil my mother haunted me. flung
myself on the bed and fell asleep. l awoxe at mid
night sItfened by the damp night air. and terrified
by irlghtul dreams. would have sought my mo-
Their at that moment, for trembled with fear. hut
my door was fast. With the daylight my terror was
dlsslpated, and became bold in resisting all coed
impulses. The servant brought my meals, but did
not taste them. thought the day would never end.
Just at twilight heard light footsep approach The
door. twas my sister, who called me by name.
What may tell mother for youl' she asked.
Nothing replied.
80, Alfred, for my sake, for all our sakes, say
that you are sorry-let me tell mother that YOU are
sorry. She longs to forgive YOU
won't be driven to school against my WILL
said l.
But you will go if she wishes it, dear Alfred,
said my sister, pleadingly.
No, WON'T said |, { and you needn't saw a
word more about it,
20, brother you will kill her you will kill her,
and then you never can have happy moment again
made no reply to this. My feelings were touched,
but still resisted their kind influence. My sister
called me, but would not answer. heard her
footsteps sow y retreating, and again flung myself
on the bed to pass another wretched and fearful
night.
Another footstop, slower and feebler than my sis
ter's, disturbed me. A voice called me by name
1t was my mobher's
Alfred, my son, shall l come in ; Are you sorry
for what you have done? she asked.
cannot tell what influence, operating at that mo-
ment, made me speak adverse to my feelings The
gentle voice Of my mother that thrilled through me-
melted the ice from my obdurate heart and Ilonged
to throw myself on her neck, but Ibid not. No, my
boy, did not. But the words gave the lie to my
heart, when said was not sorry | heard her
withdraw heard her groan onged to call her
back, but did not
was awakened from an uneasy slumber by hear
ing my name called loudly, and my sister stood by
my bedside.
Get up, Alfred. o, don't wait minute. Get
up, and come with me- Mother is DYING
thought was dreaming, butt got up mean-
cholly, and followed my sister. On the bed, pale
and cold as marble, lay my mother. She had not
undressed.
She had thrown herself on the bed to rest arising
Of the heart, and borne senseless Jh Pvoalpitaton
| cannot tell you my agony as Hooked upon her
my tenfod more bitter from the fact
that she would never know it. believed myself
to be her murderer. fell on the bed beside her. L
could not weep. My heart burnt in my bosom; my
brain was on fire. My sister threw her arms around
me, and wept in silence. Suddenly we saw slight
motion of mothers hand-her eyes Enclosed. She
had recovered consciousness, bat not speech She
looked at me, and moved her lips. could not un-
derstand her words. Mother, mother, | shrieked,
6 say only that you forgive me-. She could not say
it with her lips, but her hand pressed mime She
smiled upon me, and lifting her thin, white hands,
she clasped my within them, and cast her eyes
upwards She moved her lips in prayer, and thus
she died. | remained still kneemg BESIDE that dear
form, till my gentle sister removed me. She COM
forted me- for she knew the heavy load Of sorrow at
my heart; heavier than grief for the loss of my mo-
ther; for it was load Of sorrow for sin. The Joy
Of youth had left me forever.
My son, the suffering such memories awaken must
continue as long as life. God is merciful, but re-
morse is a canker worm in the heart, that preys
upon it forever
My father ceased speaking, and buried his face in
his hands. He saw and felt the bearing his narrative
had upon my character and conduct. have never
forgotten it, Boys, who spurn mothers control,
who are ashamed to own that they are wrong, who
think it manly to resist her authority, yield to her
influence, beware Lay not up for yourselves Bit
J ter memories for future wears.