Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1860-04-20
Il BoYs ANGER.

his own experience OF resisting mosh-
etis counsel q'ef'i ss1 = !,
= whuf agehy was visible On my moth Il
,.r ) sacs s,s,i sts ssaaw that all she sssa
asa~ufersaalesf % move me, sliel
rose ,siqso i'hofiiii,, ard 4 followed her
On iaisia.sels ske spike no more till
she -saskeHA erowrs door.
ii~.sEesseaossll ssl4sg sins nav. She said. @Gol
my son. and once more itt@mes brseeeb
you TO think upon what have said
Il shan't 90 to school," said |.
She looked astonished at my boldness,
but replied firmly
Certainly you viii gO'> Alfred. !
command you."
81 will not r. said ], in tone of de-
fance."
''One of two things you must do, Al
fred, either 20 to school this morning or
| will lock you up i'll 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 deadly
pale.
If you touch me will kick you"
said |, in terrible rage. God knows ]
knew not what said.
"Will you go, Alfred ?"
'No p l replied but quailed beneath
her eye.
"Then follow me-" said she, and she
grasped my arm firmly. raised my
foot-oh, my son, hear me II raised
my foot and kicked her! How my head
reels as the torrent rushes over me
| kicked my mother-a feeble woman
my mother! She staggered back few
steps and leaned against the wall. She
did not look at me. / saw her heart
beat against her breast.
ETcavcu.J -. sa;d she
forgive him-he knows not what he
does"
The gardener just then passed the
door, and seeing my mother pale, and
almost unable to support herself, be
stopped. She beckOned him in.
Take this boy up stairs and lock him
in his room," said she, and turned from
me. Looking back as she was entering
her room, she gave me a look of agony
mingled with the most intense love !
it was the last unutterable pang from
heart that was broken.
In a moment l found myself a prison
er in my own room. l thought Cor {
moment I would fling myself from III,
, open window, and dash my brains out
but l was afraid TO do it. | was TO
/ penitent. At times my heart was sub
j dued; but my stubborn pride rose il
Z an instant and bade me not yield. ThI
), pale face of my mother haunted me.
{ flung myself on the bed, and fell asleep
Just at twilight l heard fooistep ap
u proach the door. It was my sister.
{ "what may tell my mother fror
n you 2" she asked.
Nothing" replied
"Oh, Alfred for my sake, say 30
are sorry. She longs to forgive you.
/ / would not answer. l heard he
+ footsteps sIoaly retiring, and again
threw myself on the bel, to pass anoth,
and fearful night.
is Another foofstep, still slower ar
d feebler than my sisters disturbed m
. 1t was my mothers.
q Alfred, my son, shall / come ?" 81
= asked
i cannot tell what influence, operaiir
,s at that moment. made me speak adver
h to my feelings. The gentle voice OF u
n mother thrilled me through, melted th,
=. the ice of my obdurate heart. and loo
i ed TO throw myself on her neck, but
did not. But the words gave the lie
r my heart when said was no; sorr
,e | heard her withdraw. | heard her groa
=. | longed to call her back, but / did MOI.
re was awakened from my uneasy slar
.. ber by hearing my name called loud
r.. and rny sister stood at my bedside.
e- Get up and come with noe. mother
,ir dying"
ut thought I was yet dreaming, bu
ey got up mechanically and followed 1
g.. sister. On the bed, pale and cold
ed marble, lay my mother. She bad !
aF undressed. She had thrown herself
:. - the bed to rests arising to 20 10 me, /
n. was seized with palpiiation Of the hea
K. and was borne senseless 10 her room.
Cd. cannot tell you with what agop
tta lacked unou her. Nv r3naogsa eas 1