The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-07-01
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! The little hands were thrown of with:
Mabel, do keep still and don't crush my
ruff. am actually tiredcf the sound of
your voice sndI'wish you'd cease 10 annoy
me- Can you not play together for a lit
lie while and not worry mes'
With grieved look the little girl turned
to her brother and said; DO tell me
something, Carl tell me a story about
Fido" A hard look came on the boys
face as he said; Il can't be 'noyed with
YOU" and he walked across the car and
looked from the window, .,ss,g,a =
We are never slow to see 4 cloud on
child's face, and always feel anxious to
dispel it and send the sunshine there; We
wanted TO call the children to US, and,
while waiting for good opportunity, the
little girl againwent to hermother's knee,
and the sad tones of her voice fell on our
ears presently the mother pushed the child
away from her, impatiendy saying; Do
keep your feet from my dress, and stop
teasing me for at least few minutes
Il was cross to Ella the day that she
was taken sick, and she never again
called me mammal" was the sad re-
mark of mother.
The prize slipped away from that moth
er; the lisping tongue of which she had
often complained rs necessarily in motion
WAS silent, and now she longs for the
sound of the voice. and wonders that she
could ever have grown tired of the sweet
tones. -
We were thinking of this when a lady
with whom We Were in company. and
from whom God had taken three dear
children, motioned the little boy to ask
his mother if they might come to US.
..Yes, indeed, thankful to have you
go, = and as an apology for her fretfulneSs
She said: My head aches fearfully Carl
was restless all night and l coulG not
sleep"
.Weweressorry for the mother hut more
sorry for the children Of such. mother
Cross because her head ached!
The change in the little girls face from
cloud TO sunshine was immediate. as the
lady took her in her arms and pressed her
to her lonely heart that longs for little
arms 10 clasp around her neck-armS that
are folded across qniet breast under the
snow; held her closely TO a heart that
aches to once more hear the voices that al
ways said in eager tones, My own dear
est mamma
The question came 10 US as we listened
to her stories about birds and noticed Ma
rhe,'s close attention, and the still more
wonderful tales of dogs and horses and
Carl's earnest remarks" Why"
And many childless parents have asked
the same question. We know that it is
right; that God never affiicts willingly,
but the answer never comes. w
There are so many things which we
cannot understand! Children from CON-
Portable homes cross the river, leaving sor-
rowful hearts to grow weary with waiting
for the summons to join the loved ones,
while other little ones are left where there
seems to be already too many and who
seem to be dreadfully in the way d..
There are mothers surrounded with
luxury who are so annoyed by therestless-
ness Of children that they make them
positively unhappy by their fretfulness.
The baby-shoulders of childhood carry
as heavy sorrows as the heart of the strong
man, and the mother ought to be patient
gentle and loving; if she, by word or look,
adds a feathers weight of sadness she
wears unworthily the maternal mantle.
When we see instances of fretfulness
like that exhibited by our fellow-traveler
we can understand why there are so many
brothers who say: "She is only sister,"
so many sons who speak of their mother
as the old woman so many young men
who seek pleasure away from the home
circle
We know child of strong Imagination
who said to schoolmate: Il don't be
lic1r am my mothers very own child"
Why" asked the little sympathizer.
Because she scold me so much. lean
never please her"
mat cAliu may grow 10 WOmanlOOd
loving her mother, but there will be times
when her estimation of her mothers char
acter will be unlike what a daughters
should be.
Q mothers who have your children by
your side, who hear their sweet voices.
who feel the touch of their warm hands,
be patient with them in their early years.
Be gentle and firm; be even in temper, be
truthful and conscientious in all your
dealings with them. ..
SO guide your boys that when they are
young men they will honor woman; when
they are old they will, with tears of af.
lection, reverently say: My mother"
So deal with your girls that when the
birdlings come to their nest they will say:
" If my children can feel toward me as
do toward my own dear mother it is all
can ask. l will copy the example of my
mother.'
If you are worthy your children will
surely call you blessed. Hrs. c.. r.
Wilder, an Hearth and Home.