Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1874-09-22
THELYON COUNTY TIMES
A TOUCHING STORY.

purpOrtS 10 nave OeeH given ny
father to his son, as a warning de.
rived from his own bitter experience
of the sin of grieving and resisting a
mothers love andNcounsel.
"What agony was visible on my
mothers face when she saw that all
she said and suffered, failed to move
me! She rose to go home, and /
followed at a distance. She spoke
no more to me till she reached her
own door"
Its school time now,' said she.
go my son, and once more let me
beseech you to think upon what |
have said.'
Il shan't go to school, said 1.
She looked astonished at my bold
ness, but replied firmly.
Certainly you will go, Alfred, l
command YOU
Il will not, said 1, in a tone of
defiance.
sOne of two things you must do,
Alfred - either go to school this
morning, or will lock you in your
room, and keep you there until you
are ready to promise implicit obedi-
ence to my wishes in future
Il dare you to do it, said 1; you
can't get me up stairs.
alfred, choose now,' said my
mother, who laid her hand upon my
arm. She trembled violently and
was deadly pale.
IF you touch me I will kick you,'
said l in terrible rage. God knows
knew not what 1 said.
will you go, Alfredo
NO, repliedr but quailed be-
meath her eye.
Then follow me- said she as
she grasped my arm firmly. l
raised my foot-oh my son, hear
MEL raised my foot and kicked
her-my sainted mother! How my
head reels, as the torrent of memory
rushes over me! l kicked my
mother a feeble woman - my
mother! She staggered back few
steps and leaned against the wall
She did not look at me. / saw her
heart beat against her breast.
20 Heavenly Father said she,
forgive him, he knows not what he
does!'
The gardner just then passing the
door, and seeing my mother pale
and unable to support herself, he
stopped, and she beckoned him to
come in.
Take this boy up stairs and lock
him in his ROOM, said she, and
turned to me. looked back as she
was entering her room, she gave me
such look of agony, mingled with
the most intense love; it was the
last, unutterable pang from heart
that was broken.
In moment l found myself
prisoner in my own room. l thought
for moment, l would fling myself
from the open window, and dash my
brains out, but 1 felt afraid to do it.
1 was not penitent. At times my
heart was subdued, but my stubborn
pride rose in an instant and forbade
me to yield. The pale face of my
mother haunted me. I flung my
self on the bed and fell asleep. Just
at twilight 1 heard a footstep ap-
proach the door. 1t was my sis
ter's.
what may I tell mother from
your she asked.
Nothing replied.
ooh, Alfred! for my sake, for all
our sakes, say that you are sorry.
She longs to forgive you
would not answer. 1 heard her
footsteps slowly returning, and
again threw myself on the bed, to
pass another wretched and fearful
night.
Another footstep, slower and
feebler than my sisters, disturbed
me. A voice called me by name-it
was my mothers.
ALFRED, nay son, shall I conner"
she asked.
cannot tell what influence, opre-
rating at that moment, made me
speak adverse to my feelings. The
gentle voice of mother thrilled
through me, melted the ice of my
obdurate heart, and I longed to
throw myself on her neck, but did
not. But the words gave the lie to
nv heart when I said 7 was not