Delaware gazette. [volume] (Delaware, Ohio) 1855-1886, 1868-11-27
A Touching Story.

A Touching Story.
The following touching narrative pur-
ports to have been given by father
to his son, as a warming derlYeu irom
l bis own bitter experience OF the SIN OF
resisting mothers love and counsel.
What agony was on my mothers race
/ when all she had said and suffered iall-
| ed to move me She arose TO 60 honaet
I and I followed at g distance. She spoke
to me no more Till she reached her own
door.
''It is school time, now" she said.-
"Go, my son, and once more let me be-
seech you TO think upon what il haVe
said."
'I shan't 60 to school, /" said I.
She looked astonished at my bold
ness, but replied firmly;
Certainly you viii, Alfred ] com
-'''ii.,V Il viii not said 1 "you can't get
me up stairs"
zone Of two things you must do, AL
fred-either go to school this minute, or
will lock You up in your ROOM ana
keep you there until you promise Ina
plicit obedience to my wishes IN tne
future"
can't get me up stairs
"Alfred, choose now" /" said my MOTH
er, who laid her hand upon my arm
She trembled violently, ana was oeaoIy
pale.
VIf you touch me will kick you,1
said in q fearful rage GOD knows 4
knew not what said
viii you go, Alfred
"No - I replied, but quailed beneath
@T6en follow me-" she said as she
grasped nae firmly. raised my foot
HOh, my son, hear me, ~ raised nay
foot and kicked her, my sainted moth
ar mn hnun reals the enwWneTE
of memory rushes over NELL kicked
my mOther--a feeble woman, my LuQGn-
erl She staggered back few steps and
leaned against the wall. She did not
look at nae. i saw her heart beat
against her breast. 80 Heavenly
Fatherw she cried, forgive hlm-h2
knows not what he doesW The gar
dener just then passed the door, and
seeing my mother was pale ana al
most unable TO support herself she
heckOued him to come iu.''
HTake this boy up stairs and Jock
him in his room," said she, and TUNED
Off from me. It was look OF agony
mingled with intensest lOVe-it was the
last unutterable pang from heart that
was broken.
In a moment L found myself a prison
er In my own room. I had thought for
a moment would fling myself from
the open window, but I felt that I was
afraid 70 die. I was not penitenJ. AT
times my heart was subdued, but my
stubborness rose in an instant and
bade me not Weld IL. The pale face Of
my mother haunted me. hung nay
self on my bed and fell asleep Just at
twilight heard a footstep approaohlhe
my door. 1t was my Hlsger. as,
"What shall / tell mother for you r
she said.
''Nothing,' L replied.
80, Alfred, for my sake and an our
salzes, say that you are sorry. Let me
rsvsr Nrrfmu
to forgive you"
would not answer. heard her
footsteps slowly retreating, and again
flung myself on the bed TO pass
wretched and fearful night.
Another footstep, slower and teeblar
than my sisters disturbed me.
"Alfred, my son, shall / come In
cannot tell what influence, opera
ting at that moment, made me speak
adverse to my feelings. The gentle
voice of my mother that thrilled mo
melted the ice from my heart and
lOnged TO throw my self upon her nec4i
but did not. My words gave the ne
to my heart when / said that Was uc5
sorry. I heard her withdraw. heard
her grOan. I longeo to cell her DacE,
was awakened from an auneasy
slumber by hearing my name called
loudly, and my sister stood beside my
ssCiet M. Alfred. Don't wait min
ute. Get up and come with me.AIOther is
1yingW
I thought L was yet dreaming, but 1
got up mechanically and followed my
sister. On the bed, pale as marble, lay
mother. She had thrown herself on tho
bed TO rest; and rising TO 90 again TO
ne, she was seized with q palpibation or
he heart, and borne to her room.
I cannot tell you my agony as look
ID upon her-my remor5e was nen4ol0
more bitter from the thought that she
never would know IT. I believed my
self to be her murderer. t9u on the
bed beside her. i could not weep. Ny
heart burned within my boBOm-ulV
brain was on fire. Ny sister threw her
irms around me and wept In silence
we saw a motion Of mother'a
land her eyes unclosed. She had re-
covered her consciousness, but not her
peech. She looked at me and moved
Ter lips. could not understand her
words.
'fAfotherl mother ~ I .shrieked, ''say
My that you forgive me ~
She could not say 10 with her lips
lut her hand pressed mine. she smiled
lpOn me and lifted her thin white
lands, she clasped my own within
hem, and cast her eyes upward. she
moved her lips in prayer and thus she
lied. remained still kneeling beside
hat dear form, till my gentle sister re-
moved me. The JOY Of my youth had
eft me forever.
BOYS spurn q mothers control; who
re ashamed to own they are young
Yho think it manly to resist her au-
hority, or yield 20 her influence, be-
varel Lay not mp for yourselves bitter
for your future years