The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1860-08-30
a Touching Story.

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"What agony was visible on my
mothers face, when she saw that al
she said and suffered failed to move me
Il She rose to go home, and I followed al
a distance, She spoke no more to me
till she reached her own door.
cit is school ktime now," said Sashe,-
$50, my son, and once more let me be.
Iseech you to think on what have said,
81 shan't go to school - said I.
/ She looked astonished at my boldness
but replied firmly;
4 Certainly you will go Alfred,I com
mand you"
81 will not" said l, in tone of def
ance.
"One of two things you must do, AL
fred; either go to school this morning,
or will lock you up in your room, and
keep you there till you are ready to
promise implicit obedience to my wish
Ies in the future"
Il dare you to do it; you can't get
me up stairs"
"Alfred, choose now," said my moth
err, who laid her hand upon my ARM
She trembled violently and was deadly
pale.
eff you touch me I will kick you,"
said I, in terrible rage. God knows
/ knew rot what | said.
"Will you 90, Alfred ?"
"No," replied, but quailed beneath
her eye.
"Then follow me-" said she, as she
grasped my arm firmly.
raised my foot-Oh, my son, hear
me II raised my foot and kicked her,
my sainted mother How my head
reels as the torrent of memory rushes
over me II kicked my mother-a fee
bic woman-my mother! She staggered
back few steps, and leaned against
the wall. She did not look at me I
saw her heart beat against her breast.
cob! Heavenly Father" said 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, he
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 entered
her room, she gave such look Of ago
my, mingled with the most intense love!
It was the last unutterable pang from a
heart that W as broken.
In moment I found myselfa prison
er in my own room. [ thought for a
moment, [ would fling myself from the
open window, and dash my brains out,
Ipenitent. AT times my heart was sub
dued but my stubborn pride rose in
an instant, and babe me not yield. The
.aale face of my mother haunted me-
II dung myself On the bed and fell asleep.
just at twilight l heard a footstep APP
iproach the door. 1t was my sister.
"W hat may tell my mother for you?'
she asked.
Nothing" replied.
ooh, Alfred for my sake, for our
sake, say that you are sorry. She longs
to forgive you"
I would not answer. I heard her
footsteps slowly retreating, and again
I threw myself on the bed, to pass an
other wretched and fearful night.
Another footstep slower and teebler
than my sisters disturbed me. A voice
called me by name. 1t was my moth
er's.
"Alffed. my son, shall come % she
asked
cannot tell what influence operating
at that moment made me speak adverse
to my feelings. The gentle voice Of
| my mother chilled through me, and
melted the ice Of my,obdurateiheart,a and
longed to throw myself on her neck,
but I did not But my words gave
the lie to my heart when l said l was
not sorry. / heard her withdraw. I
heard her groan. I longed to call her
back, 6ut Z did not.
[ was awakened from my uneasy
slumber, by hearing my namo called
loudly, and my sister stood at nay bed
side.
"Get up Alfred. Oh, don't wait a
minute Getup and come with me-
Mother is dying.
! thought I was yet dreaming but
got up melancholy and followed my
sister. On the bed, and cold as marble
lay my mother She was not undressed.
She had thrown herself on the bed to
rest arising 70 go again to me, she
was seized with papitatiOn of the
heart, and borne senseless to her room.
cannot tell you with what agony |
looked upon her; my remorse was ten
told more bitter from the fact that she
would never know it. [ believed my
self to be her murderer. [ fell on the
bed beside her. ! could not weep. My
heart burned in my bosom my brain
was on fire. BY 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 but not
speech. She looked at me and moved
her lips. [ could not understand her
words. Mother, mother - | shrieked
'say only that you forgive me- She
could not say it with her lips, but her
hand pressed mine. She smiled upon
me, and lifted her thin white hands,
she clasped my own within them, and
cast her eyes upward. She moved her
| lips in prayer and thus she died. re-
manned still kneeling beside that dear
form, till my gentle sister removed me.
She joy Of youth had gone forever.
Boys who spurn a Mothers control,
who are ashamed to own that they are
wrong, who think It manly to resist her
authority or yield to her Influences, be-
aeare. Lay not up for yourselves bitter
memories for future years.
-~Se
THE SUICIDE MANIA ON THE In
CREASE IN PARIs.-The latest Paris
papers are filed with deplorable ac-
counts of ali kinds Of suicides in differ
ent parts of France. In Lyons, young
man, of twenty-five years of age, as