The daily Green Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1861-1865, 1861-12-18
Thought it WIS Ny Mothers Voice.

A friend told me, o. long ago, u beautiful
story about kind words A coed lady, living
IN Que Of our large cities, was passing drink
ing sa' loon just as the keeper was ,hrus'ing a
young man cut into the $ rect Hc was very
youug and very pale, but his haggard face
aud wild eyes told that he was very lar gone
IN the read to ruin, as with oaths he orandish-
ed his clrnched fists, threatening to be reyen-
led upon the man who had SO i'll used hlu.--
This poor young man was SO excited and
blinded with passion that he did rot see the
ady, who stood very near TO him, until
>h, laid her hand upon his arm, and spoke in
ner gentle, loving voice. asking HIM what was
the matter.
At the first kind word the young mar
started as though heavy blow had struck
lin, and turned quickly around. aler than
'eiore, and trembling from head to foot. IIc
urveyed the LAZY for & moment, and then
Sith Il sigh of relief, he said
Il thought it vas my mothers voice, it
sounded so strangely like it! But her voice
has been hushed in death for many years
You had mother, them said the lady,
and she loved you 2
With that sudden reyusion OF feeling Which
often comes to people Of fine nervous tcmpera
lnents, the young man burst into tears, sob
bling out Oh yes, had an angel mother, and
she loved her boy! But since she died ali
the world has been against me, and am lost
lost to good society, lest to honor, lost TO de.
cency, and lost forever!
No, not lost forever; for God is merciul,
and his plying Owe can reach the chief Of
Sinners said the lady, in her low, swoe,
voice; and the timely words swept hidden
chords of feeling which had been long un-
touched in the young mans heart, thrilling it
with magic power, aud wakeuing host of ten.
der emotions which had been buried very deer
beneath the rubbish Of sin and crime.
More gentle words the lady spoke, and
when she passed on her way the young man
followed her. lie marked the house which
she entered, and wrote the name which was
on the silver door plate in his little memo
randum book. Then he walked slowly away
with deep, earnest look on his white face
and deeper, more earnest feelings in his ach.
ing heart
Years glided by, and the gentle lady had
quite forgotten the Incident we have related
when ono day stranger sent up his card
and desired to speak with her.
Wondering much who it could be, she went
down to the parlor, where she found noble
looking, vel-drcsscd man, who rose deferen
tally to meet her Holding out his hand he
said
Pardon me, madam, for this intrusion
but have come many miles to Thank you fol
the great service you rendered me few year
ago. said he, in Il trembling voice.
The lady was puzzled, and asked for an cx
PLANTATION, as $ { did not remember ever hay
iug seen the gentleman before.
L have changed so much, said the mar
that you have quite forgotten me; bu
though only saw your face once, am sure
should have recognized it anywhere. An
Your voice, too, it is SO like my mothers!
1hose tst ords made the lady remembt
the poor young man - had kindly spoken I
in front OF the drinking saloon so long beior
and she mingled her tears with those whic1
were falling slowly over the mans cheeks.