The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1873-05-01
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4 Touching and Beautiful Story for Mothers
ands Children.
During the whole of one of last summers
hottest days had the good fortune to he seated
m railway car near mother and four chill
, dren, whose relations with each other were so
beautiful that the pleasure OF watching them
was cutie enough to make one forget the dig
comforts Of the journey. s..a4ss s...4
It was plain that they were poor; their
clothes were coarse and old, and had been
made by inexperienced hands. The mothers
bonnet alone would have been enough to have
Condemned the. whole party on any OF the
wotldss thofoughfares. remember atterward,
with shame, that i myself had smiled at the
FIRST sight of its antiquated ugliness, but her
face was one which it gave you sense OF rest
to look upon-it was so earnest, tender, true
and strong. It had little comeliness of shape or
color in it, it was, thin and pale; she was not
YOUNG: She hSd worked hard !; she had been
esfdently much i'll, but have seen few faces
which gave me such pleasure. think she was
the wife of poor clergyman, and think that
clergyman must be one OF the Lords pest
watchman Of souls. The children-tWo boys
and TWO girls-were all under the age OF twelve,
ard, the youngest. could not speak plainly.
They had had rare treat; they had been Wis
iing the mountains, and they were all talking
over all thewonders they had seen with7a glow
of enthusiastic delight which was to be envied
Only word -for-word record would do justice
to their conversation no description could
give any idea of it, so free, so pleasant, 80
genial, no interruptions, no contradictions, and
the mothers part borne all the while with such
equal interest and eagerness that no one not
seeing her face would dream that she was any
other than an elder sister. In the course OF
the day there were many occasions when 1t was
necessary for her to deny requests, and to ask
services, especially from the eldest boy; but no
young girl, anxious to please lover, could
have done either with more tender courtesy.
She had her reward; for no lover could have
been more tender and manly than this boy of
twelve. Their lunch was simple and scanty,
but it had the grace of royal banquet. at
the last, the mother produced with much glee
three apples and an orange, of which the chill
dren had not known. All eyes fastened on the
orange. 1t was evidently great rarity. l
watched TO see if this test would bring out sell
fshpess. There was little silence, just the
shade of cloud. The mother said, How
shall divide this? There is one for each OF
YOU, and shall be best of of all, for expect
big tastes from each of you"
rs0h; give Annie the orange. Annie loves
oraiiges.n spoke out the oldest boy, with sud-
den air of conqueror, and at the same time
taking the. smallest and worst apple himself. ;,
"O6, yes, let Annie have the orange" echoed
the second boy, nine years old.
Yes, Annie may have the orange, because
that is nicer than the apple, and she is lady,
and her brothers are gentlemen" sald the
mother quietly. Then there was merry con-
test as to who should feed the mother with
largest and most frequent mouthfuls, and 80
the feast went on. Then Annie pretended to
want apple, and exchanged thin golden strips
of orange for bites out Of the cheeks of Bald
wins; and, as set watching her intenty, she
suddenly fancied she saw longing in my face,
and sprang over to me, holding out quarter OF
Eeraorange, and saying, "Don't you want a
taste, .too7'' The mother smiled, understand
ingly, when said, ssNo, thank you, you DEAR
generous, little girl; don't care about oranges"
At noon we had tedious interval OF waiting
at dreary station. We sat for two hours on
narrow platform, which the sun had scorched
till it smelt of heat. The oldest boy-the lit.
tie lover-held the youngest child, and talked
to her, while the tired mother closed her eyes
aud rested. Now and then he looked over at
said con6dentially to me for we had become
fast friends by this time "1sn't il funny, to
shink that was ever so small as this baby!
And papa saws that then mama was almost
little girS herself"
The two other children we're tolIng up and
down the banks of the railroad track, picking
ox-eyed daisies buttercups and sorrel. They
worked like beavers, and soon the punches
were almost too big for their little hands Then
thew came running to give them to their mother.
aOh, DEAR" tbonght |, chow that poor, tired
woman will hate to open her eyes, and she nev-
er can take those great punches of commo1,
fading flowers, in addition to all her bundles
and bags" l was mistaken.
@Oh, thank you, my darlings! How kind
YOU arel Poor, hot, tired little flowers, how
tb;raty tbey look! If they will only try and
keep alive till we get home, we will make them
very happy in some water-won't we? And
YOU shall put one bunch by papa's plate, and
one by mine.'
Sweet and happy, the weary and flushed lit
tie children stood looking up in her face while
she talked, her heart thrilling with compassion
for the dropping flowers, and with delight in
the giving of their gift Tken she took great
trouble to get string and tie up the flowers,
and then the train came, and we were whirling
along again. Soon it grew dark, and little
Annie's head nodded. Then ! heard the
mother say to the oldest boy, "Dear, are you
too tired to let little Annie put her head on
YOUR shoulder and take nap? We shall get
her home in much better case to see her papa
If we can manage to give her little sleep"
How many boys of twelve hear such words as
these from tired, overburdened mothers?'
Soon came the city, the fral station, with its
hustle and noise. fingered to watch my hap
py family, hoping to see the father. "Why,
papa isn't herew exclaimed one disappointed
little voice after another.
"Nevsr mind" said the mother, with still
deeper disappointment in her own tone, "per-
haps ne had to go to see some poor body who
is SICK" In the hurry Of picking up all the