Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1855-01-27

The Passionate Father.

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Greater is he who ruleih his spirit than
he who ruieth city.
Come here, sir said strong, athletic
man, as he seized delicate looking lad
by the shoulder. You have been in the
water again, sir. Havn'l forbid it!
Yes, father, but
mo butts. Havn't forbid it, boy?'
'Yes sir, vas
NO reply, slr!' and the blows fell like
hail storm around the child's head and
shoulders.
Not tear started from Henry's eyes,
but his face was deadly pale and his lips
firmly compressed, as he arose, and look
ed at his father with an unfinchng eve.
go TO your room, and stay till you are
sent for. I'll master that spirit of yours
before you are many days older.
Ten minutes after, Harry's door open.
ed, and his mother glded softly in. She
was fragile, delicate woman, with won
derful blue eyes, and temples startIingIy
transparent. Laying her hand softly on
Harry's head, she stopped and kissed his
forehead. The rock was touched and the
waters gushed forth.
Dear mother, said the weeping boy.
why didn't you tell your father that
You plunged into the water 10 save the
life of your pIaymae?'
Did he give me a chance' said Harry,
springing 10 his feet, with flashing eye
Didn't he twice bid me be silent when |
tried TO explain! Mother, he is tyrant to
you and 10 me-
Yes, and ! am sorry for it. What
have | ever had but blows and hard
words?
look a: pale cheek and sunken eye,
mother. It's TOO cad! He is tyrant,
mother said the weeping boy, with a
clenched fist and set teeth; 'and i'll were
not for you, l would have been leagues
off long ago. And there's Nelly, too,
poor sick child! What good will all her
medicine do! She trembles like Leaf
when she hears his footsteps. l say lis
brutal, mother.
.Harry'-and a soft hand Was laid on
the impetuous boys lips-'for my sake
We'll, lis only for your sake-yours
and poor Nelly's-or should be on the
sea somewhere, anywhere but here
Late at night Mary Lee stole to her
boys bedside, before returning 10 rest.
God be tharked he sleeps!' she MUIR
INJURED, as she shaded his face from the
lamp. Then kneeling at his bedside, she
prayed for patience and wisdom TO bear
uncomplainingly the heavy cross under
which her steps were faltering; and then
she prayed for her husband.
No, no, not that!' said Harry, spring
ing from his pillow, and throwing his
arms about his mothers neck; L can't
forgive him for what he has made you
suffer. Don't pray for him--at least don't
let me hear it.
Mary Lee was too wise TO expostulate.
She knew her boys spirit was sore under
the sense Of recent injuries; SO she lay
down beside him, and resting her fearful
cheek against his, repeated, in low clear
voice, the story of the cruciixlon, Father,
forgive them for they know not what they
do, fell upon his ear.
He yielded to the holy spell.
Il WILL he sobbed. Mother, you are
an angel; and if ever get 10 heaven il
will be your hand that led me there
There was hurrying to and fro in Ro.
bert Lees house that night. 1t was a
heavy hand that dealt those angry blows
on that young head.
The passionate fathers repentance
came TOO Iate--came with the word that
his boy must die.
BE kind to her. said Harry, as his
head dropped on his fathers shoulder.
1t was a dearly bought lesson. Beside
that liieless corpse, Rober! Lee renewed
his marriage vow; and now when the hot
blood of anger rises to his temples, and
the hasty word springs TO his lips, the
pale face OF. the dead rises up between
him and the offender, and an angel whis-
pers--'Peace; be STILL
A DISHONEST DoG.--The Fall River
Monitor relates the following dog-story-
showing that remarkable brutes as well as
wonderful men sometimes apply their
supar;or talents to the worst Of rurDoses