Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1860-12-27
Gaan Mistellaay.
A Touching Story.

!, ourports to have been given by afatt
Ter to his son, as warning derive
-lfrom bis own ilter.experience Of th
sin OF grieviDg and resisting a moth
er's love and counsel:
WEat agony was. visible on m,
mothers face when she saw that al
lsha said aud suffered bad faile'
Ito move me! She rose to go hom
land | followed at a distance. Sh'
smoke no more TO me ill she reached
ber own door.
"It is school time now" said she
."Go, my son, and o6ce more let me
besaech you to think upon what
have said"
81 shau't go to school" said |.
She looked astonisbed at my bod
ness bat replied firmly:
/ "CertaiuIy you will 50, Alfred, ]
command you.
81 viii not" said / in a tone OF
defiance.
"One of two things you mus do.
Alfred-either go TO school this
morning, or | viii lock you up in
your room and keep you there till
yoa promise implicit obedience to
nv wishes in the future.
Il dare you 10 do it. you cant get
me up stairs
"Alfred, choose now said my
mother. wbo laid her hand upon my
arm. She trembisd violently aud
was deadly pale. :.
eff yon touch me ! will kick yon'
said / in a terrible rage. Ged
knows | knew not what | said.
"Will you go, Alfredo"
"No," replied, bat qnailed De-
neeth her eye.
Then follew ms.' said she, as che
grasped my arm firmly.
/ raised my foot-oh, my son,
hear me! Il raised my foot and
kicked her--my sainted mother!--
How my head reels as the torment OF
m morv rushes ever me! | kicked
my mother : a feeble woman--my
mother! She staggered back a few
steps, and leaned against the vail.
She did not look at me. | saw her
heart beat against her breast.
"Oh! Heavenly Father said she,
..torgive him-he knows not what be
does!"
The gardener jdA then passed the
door and seeing my mother pale and
aImost unable to support herself, be
stepped. She beckoned him in.
E.Take this box, up stairs, and lock
him iu his room" said she and turned
from me-. Looking back as she was
enferin her room. she gave such a
10. K Of agony, mingled with the
most intense elave!--it was the last un-
ulterable pang from heart that was
broken.
In moment | found myself a
prisober inmy own room. thought.
for . momept. | would fling myself
from the open window and dash my
brains ont, but I3f-lt afraid to do 1t.
! was not penitept. at times my
hear, was subdued; but my stubborn
pride rose in an instant, and babe me
not yield. The pale face OF my moth
er haunted me. | flung myself oD
the bed aud lell asleep. just at twi-
light | heard a fooistep approach the
door Itwas my sister,.
.Want may ! tell my mother from
yous." she asked. 3.
Nothing" | replied.
"Oh. Alfredl for my sake, Tor all
sonr sakes, say that you are sorry
She longs to forgive you.
I would not answer. - heard mel
footsteps slowly retreasing. and agar
threw myself on the bed. 70 pas
another wretched and fearful night
Another foetstep slower aud ieeoie'
than my sister S disturbed me. a
voice called me by name. 1t was ~
mothers. .
ALFRED, my son, shall ] come!
she asked.
I cannot tell what influence oper
airing al thai moment made me spea
adverse to my feelings. The gentle
voice of nay mother thrilled thrcug'
me. and melted the ice OF my oeou'
rate heart, aud | longed to throw my
self on her neck, but did not pu
my words gave the lie to my near
when | said | was not sorry