Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1875-11-24

/ in the court rom. The testimony
that convcts hin cuts her harder and
deeper thnn IL does him. She wcops
as she listens tonis sentence, and clings
TO him as he Il led back TO his cell.
She visits him dsy after day, she cares
for him, she will not listen 10 blame
against him, andlsho is proud Of him.
She will not 40 t0 SEQ him executed,
but she will arrange the clothes that
will make him neater and handsomcr
to the morbid spectators, and before
his bodyis cold, she will throw her.
self upon il and cover il with kisses.
She will take It away and bury il il a
quiet churehyard and will plant flow
ers upon the grave, and she will never
tire of visiting that grave and water
ing tho flowers with her tears. aa'
nAnd this English mother yearncd
for her son, and prayed that he and
his father might b. reeonciled. She fell
sick, and when she knew that sho had
only days to i've, shc begged her hus'
band to send for her boy. There was
long, hardsirugglein tbeproud mans
breast before he eheeded his dying wiials
wish, und when the prodigal boy re-.
turned home and burst into the sick
room, the mother gave aalittlc Shrek
of joy, but the father, without glance
OF welcome or recognition, moved away
from the bedside. 1t was not manly,
but it was human. And the mother
pleaded with her boy and with her
husband that they wonh be reconciled
with each other, and when the last sad
hour came she lay withlone hand
clasped in her husbands and one in her
boys trying with her poor dying
strength to drag the two stubborn men
together She died in that way, with
love for both on her lips, and the hus-
band looked upon his dead wife, the
son upon his dead mother, and then
they looked upon each other. Their
eyes met. There were no first ad-
vances then. The son fell into tho ia
TIERS arms, and thearms clasped tight
ly the slight trembling form. lfi.
N ruE RESULT. filg.
"That, my hearers is true story I;
but It is not fair illustration Of Gods
relation to his children, for He has
never hated them; He has never been
proud, or stubborn, or harsh, but al
ways merciiuI and with warm well
comcfor returning wanderers As the
preacher closed. he extended his right
arm to cnjoin a silence that was un-
broken by rustic Then in u moment
u low, soft music arose from the organ
and the singer sang tendcrly: l9'
Come home. come home;
You are weary az heart; i
~ los For the wny has been dark, r0f
And so lonely and Wild, 44l a....r-
oh, prodigai child
Come home, oh, como home q ii'iii
lie had sung only one or two lines
before he melted the hearts that the
preacher had warmed. There arose a
woman's wild, hysterical shrek many
times repeated, and hundreds of men
and women wept and sobbed. IL
seemed at first as though the whole
vast congregation was responding to
Mr. Moody's invitation TO the nnxious
to visit the inquiry room, for the
streams thai poured out were strong
and heavy, filling the Methodist Church.
Mr.. Necdham and Sankcy hastencd
to the Tabernacle TO open the young
mems meeting, and a half hour later
Mr. Moody joined them and preached
his effective sermon once more. The
story of the mothers dcath-bed moved
many Of them 10 tears, and large
number fell on their knees TO ask for
prayers.