The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1864-06-23
The Mother and Her Son.
A roucnlyo sroNr.

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Nna resistioga mothers love and coun
sel. Illsnew 10 US. though it m1y not
be to oil our readers; but its teachings
are so excellent as 10 make it worthy Of
frequent publication and peru'al:
What agony was visible on my moth
er's face when she saw that all she said
and Suffered failed to move me! She
rose TO go home. and followed al dis
tonce, She spoke no more to me I'LL she
reached her own door.
1T is school time now, said she Go,
my son, and once more let me beseech
you to think upon what l have said.
Il shant go TO school, said l.
She looked a'onished at my boldness.
but then replied firmly:
'Certainls you will, Alfred. ! com
mand you
i will mott said /; you can get me
ups'ars.
'Onc Of Two things, you must do, Al
frcd-rithSr 90 to shool this moment, or
will lock you 10 yonr room and keep
YOU there till you ore ready to promise
inpljci, obedience 10 my wishes in fs.
turc.'
4 dare you to do 1t, sa'd /; 'yoa'ean' !!
get me up stairs,
Alfred. choose now. said my mother,
who laid her hand upon N! arm. She
trembed violently. and was deadly pale
If you touch nv | will kick you, said
l, in aterrblo rage. God knows knew
not what said!
win you go, AIrrei?'
NO" Erepli d. but qraiIea beneath
her eye.
Then follow me, said she, as she
crasped my arm firmly. ] raised my
i1st aud kicksi hcr--my suinted moth
II. How ms head reels, as the torment
OF memory rushes oyer MT! ! Kicked
any. n,alirer-A Ieshls, MomaR7 my moth
er! She staggered back a few steps and
loancd ag,iLst the wall She did not
look at M. saw her heart beat
against her breast. oh, heavenly Faith
err she cried. forgive him he knows
40, what hs does The gardener just
,hen passed. the door, and seeing my
another pale and almost unable to sup
port herself, she beckoned him in.
Take this boy up 'iairs and look HIM
IN his owa room. sait she, and turned
from M, 1t was look ofagony, min
ged with the intenscst loyO--it vas tie
lag, unu,teIAble psng tom . heat that
was bEoktn.
Ia a momen, iound ny seIfa prisonc,
in ms own room. ! thought for a mo
ment would flag myself from the open
window aud dash my brains out, but |
felt afraid 10 do, was not penitont.
Atiimes my heart was subauod, but my
stubborn pride rose in on instant and
babe me not yield. The pale face OF
any mother haunted me. ! flung myself
on the bed and fell asleep. Just n! twi'
light I heard footslep approach the
door Twas my sisler'
What may tell mother from your
she asked,
Nothing lreplied,
'oh, Alfred! for my sake, for all our
sstes, say you are sorry-lat me tell
mother thai You ore sorry SIZE longs
10 forgive YOU.
would now answer. heard her
footsteps slowly rcucAting' and again
flung mysclfon the bod lop pass wretch
ed and fearful night,
Another fooIstcP, slower aud fce0IGr
than my sisters, disturbed me,
Alfred, my son, shall come io' Are
you sorry for what you have donoF she
asked.
| cannot tell what influence, oPeTas
ing q, tha, moment. made mo speak nd
verse 10 my feelings The gentle voice
oI my mother, that thrilled through me-
melted the ice from my heart, aud ]
Ioneod ,othrov myself on hOr neck; but
Ibid not. My words gave the lie to
my heart, when sold was not sorry.
Ihearl her withdraw. ! heard her
croan. llonged to call her back, but J
did not.