Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1858-09-02

He did not disobey you in spirit, re-
piled the mother with moist eyes and
voice that had not yet regained an even
tone.
How can you make that appear?' was
demanded
And then the mother of Frank related
how, with her permission, he had gone to
the mill-dam to watch over and guard the
little boy who was there all alone. And
she related also, for she had CLEANED
from her recovered son the incident al
ready known to the reader, how he had
passed nearly an hour upon the hill above
the water, after having searched about
the head-gateS, watching least harm came
to the lonely and thoughtIess Jacob. The
heroism of his son Mr.. Lloyd knew al
ready.
For 4 long time the stern farmer sat
with his head bowed upon his breast. \
shudder, almost of horror, shook, for a
moment, his strong frame, as vivid mag
ination drewa a picture of himself standing
in wrath above his heroic son, with his
arm already descending to strike d c-..i
blow. He had not spoken to Franz since
life had flowed back freely through his
veins. When fully satisfied that all dam
ger was past, he had retired from the
chamber where he lay, dispIeasure at the
act Of dlSobedience resuming the upper
most place in his mind
Now his feelings towards the boy were
altogether changed. Tender love had
| driven out wrath.
where Is father? 2 Several times had
Frank asked this question, looking as he
spoke with troubled countenance towards
| the door of the chamber in which he Law
He remembered now only the stern dis
pleasure of his stern parent-his own
| herOIsm and self-devOtiOn were forgotten.
Is father angry still? Frank lifted his
eyes, that were fearful and sad, to his
mothers face.
No, my son. Your father is not angry
now
where is he?
In the next room
Frank sighed as his Iashcs dropped
until they lay upon his cheek. \ tear
was crushed by eachfring;ng lid. Noise
lessly his mother rose and left the room.
Frank, my SOM The voice that
spoke was low and unsteady, but full of
tenderness.
Instantly the boys eyes flew open.
oh, father
And his arms, leaping upwards, caught
eagerly the neck of his father, and drar-
ged him down until the hard rough cheek
lay against his softer and warmer face
i wasn't disobedient in heart, father,
sobbed the excited boy. Ask mother.
She will tell you all about it,
i know all, my son. replied Mr.. Lloyd
as soon as he could steady his voice. i
know all. You have been brave, noble,
manly, and ! am proud of YOU
Oh, with what delicious sweetness did
these words Of praise fall upon the boy's
ears. From other lips they would have
been pleasant; but coming from that cold
parent, always more ready to blame than
to praise, they were as honey to his soul.
And the father, in after time, could 10
more forget the expression Of his sons
face, as he uttered these words. than he
could forget the impression of that same
face, as he stood over him in wrath, onIy
an hour or two before, with hand upIiftcl
to strike. How many hundreds Of times
afterwards did this last image Of himself
haunt his quiet moments. HewouId have
given all that he possessed of worldly
things, if that one act of his life could
have been o5Iiterated, if the page Of me-
mory on which was recorded, side by side,
that other and better incident, could have
shown only the golden record of love.