The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-07-01
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/ Mamma, dds ybd ever blisvs we'h get
there?'
/ The little hands were thrown off with :
Mabel, do keep still and don't crush my
inf. lam scpaaly tiredpf the sound of
your voice and awish you'd cease to annoy
me. Can you not play together for lit
tie while and not worry me?"
With grieved look the little girl turned
to her brother and said: Do tell me
something, Gail; tell me a story about
Fido." A hard look came on the boys
face as be said: 81 can't be 'noyed with
you," and he walked across the car and
looked from the window. asn,Cee
We are never slow to see a cloud on a
child's face, and always feel anxious to
dispel it and send the sunshine there we
wanted to cali 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 notherpushed the child
away from her, impatiently saying Do
keep your feet from my dress, and stop
teasing me for at least a few minutes.''
~ 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
@; the lisping tongue of which she had
s6ften complained as necessarily in motion
vas silent, and now she longs for the
sound of tbs voice, and wonders that she
could ever have grown tired of the sweet
tones. 100
We were thinking of this when 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.
sYes, indeed, thankful to have you
&c, and as an apology for her fretfulness
she said: "My head aches fearfully. Carl
was restless all night and 1 coulG not
sleep"
-gWeweressorry for the motherhnt 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 to clasp around her neck arms that
are folded across aAqniet breast under the
snow; held her closely to heart that
aches to once more hear the voices that al
ways said in eager tones, "My own dear
est mammal
The question came to us as we listened
to her stories about birds and noticed Ma
'bel's close attention, and sthe- still more
wonderful tales of dogs and horses and
Carl's earnest remarks" Whys"
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. NJ
There are so many things which we
cannot understand! Children from COM
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 -
3 There are mothers surrounded with
luxury who are so annoyed by therestless-
ness of children that they make them
positively unhappy by their fretfulness.
So, 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 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: 81 don't be-
Hove am my mothers very own childn
"Why?" asked the little sympathizer.
Because she scold me so much. can
never please ner. ....s.
That child may grow to womanhood
loving her mother, but there will be times
when her estimation of her mothers char
acter will be unlike what a daughters
should be.
~ o mothersl 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:
I" If my children can feel toward me as l
do toward my own dear mother it is all 1
can ask. will copy the example of my
mother" -
If you are worthy your children will
surely call you "blessed. r-Mrs. G. r.
Wilder, IN Hearth and Home.