The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-09-05
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A Touching StorA

Touching Story
The following affecting narrative n,rnou..
have been given by father to his sop %.
warning derived from his own bitter OK merton,
OF growing and resisting mothers love on
| counsel: an
nat agony was visible in my mothers IA =
when she saw all that she said and suffered fai
fng 10 move me! She rose to go home and
loiloWed at distance. She spoke no moro Z
me I'll sle reached her own door.
AZ IS school time now,' said sha. 60 NV cor
and once more let me beseech YOU TO tbinIx ~
on what ] have said, " 'N-" lt. u
shan go to school, said I.
she looked astonished at my boldness, but re
YOU NN wan 81 ->A''N : VN4e''s"
L will not said 7, in tone of defiance,
Ohe OF sWo things You must do, Alfred
either go to school this morning, or L will loci
you IN your room and keep you there till vol
are ready to promise implicit obedience to mn
wishes IN the future.a. - -
stairs '' "
Alfred, choose now, said my mother, whc
Iaia her Aand upon my arm. She trembled vic
lentiy and was deadly pale.
If you touch me ri kick you.' said T. in .
terrible rage. God knows 1 knew not what ]
said. NO. "-''''
viii you CO. Alfred?
NO. replied, but quailed beneath her eve
arm firmly, " O'''N' - ON' . -
raiSed my foot--oh, my son, hear me !.
raised my foot and kicked her-my sainteC
mother How my head reels as the torrent o
memory rushes over me ! kicked my mother
feeble woman-my mother she staggered
back few steps, and leaned against the wall
She did not lock at mel saw her heart beai
against her breast. f-.
oh! Heavenly Father said she. forgive
hlm-he knows not what he dcesn
The gardener just then passed the door, and
seeing my mother very pale and almost una
BILE to support herself 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 such look of agony mingled with the most
intense love lit was the last unutterable paag
from heart that was now broken
In moment | found myself prisoner in my
own room. thought for moment thntI would
fling myself from the open window and dash nv
brains out, but felt afraid to do it,. was not
pentent. AT times, my heart was subdued =
but my stubborn pride rose in an instant and
babe me not yield. The pale face my mother
haunted me. flung myself on the bed and fell
asleep. Jast at twilight heard footstep APP
proach the door. 1t was my sister.
What may tell my mother for you . she
asked.
Nothing, I replied.
%, Alfred for my sake, for all our sakes,
say that you are sorry. She longs TO forgive
you
| would not answer. / heard her footsteps
slowly retreating, and again threw myself on
the bed to pass another wretched and fearful
night
Another footstep, slower and feebler than my
sisters disturbed me. A voice called my name.
1t was my mothers.
Alfred, my son, shall come ? she asked. l
cannot tell what influence, operating at that mo-
ment, made me speak adversely to my feelings
The gentle voice ofmy mother melted my obdu-
rate heart and thrilled through me, and longed
to throw myself on her neck, but did not
But my words said the lie to my heart when 1
said l was not sorry. heard her withdraw
heard her groan. l longed to call her back.
But did not.
l was awakened from my uneasy slumber by
hearing my name loudly called, and my sister
stood at my bedside
Get up, Alfred, don't wait o ninutei Get
up and come with me. Mother is dying!
thought l was yet dreaming but got up
mt chanioaly 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 to go again to me- she
was seized with palpitation of the heart, and
borne to her room.
l cannot tell you with what agony | looked
upon her ; my remorse was tenfold greater from
the fact that she would never know it. be-
lieved myself to be her murderer. / fell on the
bed besidesher. l could not weep. My heart
burned in my BOSOM my brain was on fire.
My sister threw her arms around me and wept
in silence. Suddenly we saw a slight motion
of my mothers head-her eyes Enclosed. She
had recovered consciousness, but not;speech.-
She looked at me and moved her lips. l could
not understand her words. Mother mother =
l shrieked, say only that you forgive me = She
could not say it with her lips, but her hand press
ed 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.
| remained kneeling beside her dear form till
my gentle sister removed me, The JOY Of life
had gone forever
Boys that spurn mothers control, who are
ashamed to own that they are wrong, who think
it manly to resist her authority, or yield TO her
influence, beware! Lay not up for yourselye s
bitter memories for future years