The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1873-11-22
A Touching Story.

NO o"u pi'1S' SA Po''o"So VI eh' oih W
gricving and resisting mothers love
and counsel:
What agony was visible on her face
Mben, she saw that all she said and
"uheIcu ialieu 70 move IIU one rose
t. 60 home, and followed at a distance.
She spoke no more to me until sho
reached her own door.
"1t's school time now,' said she. "Go,
my son, aud once more let me beseech
you to think upon what have said"
81 shau't 90 to school," said |.
She looked astonished at my boldncss,
but replied firmly
Certainly you will go, Alfred
command you"
81 will not!' said l, in a tone Of
defiance.
zone of two things you must do,
Alfred, either 20 to school this morning,
or | will lock youin your room, and
keep you there till you are ready to
promise implicit obedience to my wishes
in uture"
II dare you 20 do it, said [; you
can't get me up stair"
Alfred, choose now," said my mother,
who laid hel hand upon my arm
She tr"mblyd violontly, and was
deathly pale.
IF you touch me | will kick you"
raid | in y terrible rage God knows l
knew not wha, said
"Wil you 20 Alfred %
No" lrcplied, but qu,ilcd beneath
Ecr eyes
''Then follow nc" She said, as she
grasped my arm. raised my ioot-oh,
my son, hear me raised my foot and
kicked hcr-my sainted mnther How
my head reels Us the torrent of memory
iushcs orcr me Kicked my mother
fe bic woman-my mother {. She
staggered back few steps and leanel
against the wall She d not l,ok at
me l saw her he rt beat against her
breast. sfs
Oh . Heavenly + thcr," she said,
''iorgive hiui-he knows not what he
does /"
The gardener just then passed the
door, aud seeing my mother pale and
almost unable to support herself he
stopped. She beckoned him IN
"Take this boy up stairs, and lock
him up in his room" said she, aud
turned from me.
Looking back as she was entering her
room, she gave me such look OF agony.
mingled with intense love it was the
last unutteratlc pang from heart that
was broken.
found mysolfa prisoner in my own
room. / thought, for moment, would
fling myself from the open window, and
dash my brains ont, but | felt afraid to
do it. | was not penitcnt. At times
my heart was subdued but my stub
born pride rose in an instant, and badc
me not yield. flung myself on the
bed and fell asleep, just at twilight |
heard footstep approach the door 1t
was my sister.
"What may tell your mother from
you ~ she asked
| Nothing" replied.
ooh, Alfred !ior my sake, and for all
our sakes, say that you are sorry. She
longs to forgive you"
would not ans YER. hear her
footsteps slowly rctreating, and again /
threw myself npon the 6ed, to pass
another fearful night.
Another footstep, slower and fecbl.r
than my sisters, disturbed me. 1t was
my mothers.
"Alfred, my son, shall come ?" she
asked
cannot tell you what influence,
operating at that moment, made me
speak adverse to my feelings. The
gentle voice Of my mother thrilled
through me, melting the ice of my
obdurate heart, and | lon2el to throw.
myself upon her neck, but did not
But my words gave the lie to my heart
when L said | was not sorry | heard
her withdraw, | heard her groan. |
lOnged to call her back, INT / dill not
was awakened from my uneasy
slumbers 10y hearing my name called
loudly, aud my sister stood at my bed
sine,