The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-12-13

WESTERLY, R. /, THURsDY, DECEMBER 10, 1885,

opened his lips to check her but the
pleading of her eyes were 50 like pair
that were, lying under the snow that the
wolds died on his lips. But when Mag
gle would. htvs. d avn him to . chair he
refused to follow her, and spoke--his
voice trcmb.ed at 6rst, but it grew
strong and stern as he proceeded.
My cbil you have tonight violated
the most pasitite command ever laid
upon you .4But know it was the love
for him which you could not snAe that
caused you 90 do this, aud so, greatly a.
you have oHsuded, I forgive you. Blu,
never, never again ask me to talk Of
him. He was my child once, but he
has never been so since that hour when
| turned him from my doors, talk OF
him I! aud what shall | say except to
denounce him : Disobedient and rep
rebate, ay, worse, thief aud a murder.
err!
It may seem harsh to you, Maggie,
continued .ae parsou, for ho had heard
Ithelow cry that broke from the white
lips Of his child, but it is nevertheless
'true'--he paced up and down the room
with strangely agi,sted steps, and BIZ
white hsir shous msurnfully in the ere
light.
fdid ot forget that I was fathe
till duty compelled mo. 'Acknowledg'
your fsuI, aud will forgive it, ssit
when ho came home and knew the ex
tent of his crime.
You know how he forgot that wa
his parent and answered me. Then
did what the word of God and my duty
to my fellow men demanded.
'And be went out from us, and q
curse is upon his head, for he broke his
mothers heart. He laid her. and here
the stern voice grew tremulous as an in
fant's, before her hairs were gray, and
while her lite was in It's prime, in the
bed where she lies to night.
Aud it he should dare to darken my
doors again, l would point him to that
grave. aud say as said then, Go -
No, ne, papa, you wsuldn't-you
couldu'tp Maggie sprang suddenly
before him, and she looked like one al
most inspired as the light Of her ul
broke into her face. You couldn't
say that word to him when you knew
all the time that mother was looking
down on you from heaven; and that if
she could speak she would bid you stop.
Remember, john she would say
that sainted mother, he is our boy,
our 6rst born, the child whose cradle we
have watched together, and over whom
We have said 20 many prayers
% papa and the poetry of the girls
nature sprang unconsciously to her lips,
ceasipg for moment the great halle
uiah OF the just made perfect, my moth
sr bends down and whispers from be.
you'd the stars, Forgive him for my
sake, John, forgive him.
And it seemed to the parson--as he
looked on the face of bis child, wrapped
over, as it was with the light of her
spirit-that an angel was speaking -
that the voice Of his dead wife was call
lug him.
He sank down and buried his face in
his hands the great depths Of bis heart
were at last broken up, and the tears
trickled through his 6ugers.
It is a sad story and our pen cannot
linger over it.
Enough, that 10 bis boyhood, Ralph
Killers impulsivs, headstrong nature,
was always coming in collision with the
sternest, barshest points Of his fathers
charac er.
1t was q great misfortune, but tho
two never understood each other. Par
sou Hitler was a good parent and a
Christian, but be was lipsal descend
ant of the old Massachusetts puritans,
aud his high toned love for right aud
justice, his calm, rigid, iuaeIible nature
was one which tho milder, social atmos-
phsre of bis own times could not modify,
for they we're his birthright.
Raloh Hitler left home at eighteen.
With all his faults there we're many
y;oL vain. 4. Lis ardent, impulsivs Hs-