The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1877-06-14

S"'sA SAAAS yV"AC' .. 80 o..
As he looked on her bent figure,
worn by long years of toll and sniff
ering, and saw the indications of
deep poverty in her dress and SUR
roundings--hsaripg at.the same time
such words of faith and cheerful cub
mission--he was deenly affected .---
Repeatedly he went to the window
to conceal his emotion. Wondering
that stranger should manifest such
an interest in her case, ahe watched
and saw him wipe the tears from his
face, and as no turned from the win%
dow, she caught q clearer view of
his face, and in spite of the changes
wrought by thirty years under q
Southern sun, her eyes bleared by
age and suffering, the truth flashed
upon her mind; she tottered towards
him, and, throwing her arms around
his neck, she cried: 90 joint John,
my son, my sonl you. must be my
son." Az he took her in his arms,
he replied: ayes, mother, / am
your son, come to comfort and re-
lieve you. Thank God; / find you
still alive, 80 that / can make some
further returns for all you did for me
in early life"
1t seemed that for years he had
been prosperous, and had made re-
gular relnittances, sufficient to sup
ply her wants. But reverses came
and for years his property had heen
beyond his control. Of course, his
Eemittences ceased. Forced to retire
to an unimproved plantation, far
back in the wilderness of Louisiana,
he had been unable to keep up COM
munication with her Property
placed in the hands of a brother, 70,
her benefit, had been withheld. A,
soon, hover, as he regained posses
sion of his property, he instituted in
quiries respecting her. Failing in
this effort, he had now come 2,00(
miles to see and aid her, if living, OF
monrn for her, if dead.
He proposed to her to accompany
him to MISSISSIPPI, and have a home
in his family. This, however, she
declined, giving as reason, 81 am
told there is no Sabbath day there
While / live let it be among old
Christian friends, and near the house
of God, and the minister" &c.. after
making the best provision in his
power for her comfort, he left her tc
the care of friends, anu returned tc
his Southern home. Approhensive
that she might sicken and suffer, and
perhaps die there alone, friends had
again and again urged her togive up
her solitary way of living, but hol
invariable answer always vast 81 am
not afraid. I am ready to go in any
way God chooses" ...
A few years elapsed, and tae pas
tor, crushed and prostrsted by dis
ease, was forced to leave his quiet
home and the people OF his charge,
and seek health in a distant land
the care of Aunt Chloe was commit<
ted to other hands,. She lived on,
still trusting in God; calmly awaiting
his call. At length the end came.
One morning the friend who called
to provide for her wants found her
dead. There; in darkness aud soli-
tude, the messenger found her. From
that lowly dwelling she passed, we
doubt not, to a mansion in the skies.
Now can We doubt that lie In whom
she trusted, was with her to the end.
The village of w., VT, is nestled
in one of the beautiful valIies OF the
Green Mountains. In the cemetary
stands small ohelisk of pure whito
marble. On one side is the simple
inscription:
"BIY MOTHER"
On the opposite side the name, age