The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1862-11-26

blight Of Immortality had ALLEN upon him.
he bad kept himself as spOtlsss as u at every
nighthll bis fort bad been turned towards
the door Of his mothers cottage. How his
heart bounded as be thought Of her,
Strangely enough. he never dreamed she
m light be dead. Il did not occur to him that
perhaps her silvrr locks were lying under
ths lid Of the eofin. Oh. no; he only thought
Of the pleasant light Of the window, that her
hands had trimmed for him. So be journeysd
to his native town.
Yonder comes one who trudged so lag
giogly-aTsrmer in heavy boots aud frock,
his whip in bis hand. He cheers the lazy
oxen, but Suddenly stops, amazed.
I see you know me said the young sail
or smiling. We'll. Farmer Brown, how
isH
Know you? why, how tall you arel So
his eyes drop,bis mouth trembles--so you've
got home
Yes, and glad enough to got back again.
How is motherr
'Your--mother,' be says. in low, hesita-
ting way, that telegrphs Ill tidings before
thew are told in words.
Yes. yes--is she well! Is sire expecting
me7 or course she il; we're late By month
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Your mother, Henry? Well-the old
lady'--he plays with his whip, or rather
strikes II bard on the dusty road. How can
he crush that happy heart.
'There--you need not speak! cried the
young man, in voice OF sudden anguish; and
no recoiled, slmoH staggering, from the
farmers side, and buried his face in bis
hands.
Henry, my poor lad, your mother is
Don't! don't!' cried the other, showing
now face from which all color had He'd
oh, my mother! my dearest mo,her-sbe is
gone, gone-and am coming home so hap
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For some moments he sobbed in agony
How dreary the world had grown! The flow
ers had lost their fragrance, the sun itt
warmth; his heart seemed dead.
Henry, she left message for you said
the farmer, wiping his eyes with the sleeve
OF his frock.
"A message for me-? II seemed as II tht
white lips could hardly speak.
Yes says he-'so my dame told me, and
so the minister said--'Tell Henry will pu
light in the window Of heaven to guide biz
footsteps there
Did she-oh! did she say that? God bless
you for telling me! All my long voyage
have thought Of the light in her little win
dow. have seemed to see it streaming
along, along down TO the foot Of the hill, til
it grew brighter and brighter as drew near
er. light in the window Of heaven? Yes
mother, will think you are still waiting fol
me. could not see you in these long years
but knew that the light was burning
Slowly and reverntly be went to the hill
side graveyard, and there he knelt and wep
upon her lowly grave. But not there hi
thought her. A sweet vision was vouchsaet
him. A II robed in heavenly garments, ht
saw the beautiful soul he had called mother
and, streaming from the, brightness of he
glorious home, slender beam seemed tt
como trembling to his feet. Then he knew
that the light was placed in the window o
heaven.
Once more he knelt in the little room
where he had left her. Nothing YVES moved
but eh! how much was wanting? There o.
the window still stood the little lamp TIA
brought the tears afrcsh. But he took hi
mothers we'll worn Bible; and kneelng b.
her bed side, as II she could hear him,
consecrated himself to life and work {
righteouness. From that cottage be wen
out into the world, carrying his grief as
sacred memorial, but seeing always, where
ever his work led him, his waiting mothel
and the lamp in the window oi heaven.
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