Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1878-05-03

A MOTHERS LOVE.

ne loloWlHg aHeCtlhS HuVrht'e purPor's
to have been given by father to his son, as
warning derived from his own bitter expert
ence of the sin Of grieving and resisting
mothers love and counsel;
What agony was visible on my mothers
face when she saw that all she said and
suffered failed to move me She arose
up to go home and followed at dis
lance. She spoke no more till she
reached her own door.
"It's school time now" said she,
"Go my son, and once more let me be-
seech you to think on what | have said"
81 shan't 90 to school, said |.
She looked astonished at my boldness,
but replied firmly, Certainly you will
go, Alfred. command you"
Il will not !" said |, in tone of de-
fiance
Zone of two things you must do,
Alfred 90 to school this moment,
or l will lock you in your room, and
keep you there till you are ready to pro-
mise implicit obedience to my wishes in
future.
II dare you to do it" said I, "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 | will kick you"
said /, in terrible rage. God knows |
knew not what ! said.
"Will you go, Alfred ?"
"No| | replied, but qualed beneath
her eye.
"Then follow me-" said she, as she
grasped my arm firmly.
raised my foot-oh, my son, hear me
raised my foot and kicked henry
sainted motherl kicked my mother
a feeble woman my mother! She stag
gered back few steps and leaned against
the wall She did not look at me. |
saw her heart beat against her breast
"Oh Heavenly father" she cried
'for give him-he knows not what he
does p
The gardener just then passed the
door, and seeing my mother pale and
almost unable to support herself, he
stopped she beckoned him in.
"Take this boy up stairs and locl
him in his ROOM" said she and turned
from me.
Looking 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 a
heart that was broken.
In moment found myself pris-
oner in my own room. thought, for a
moment, | would fling myself from the
open window and dash my braiRs out,
but felt afraid to do it. ! was not
penitent. At times my heart was sub
dued, but my stubborn pride rose in an
instant, and babe me not to yield. The
pale face of my mother haunted me. |
flung myself on the bed and fell asleep
just at twilight | heard footsteep APP
proach the door. 1t was my sister.
"Wbat may tell my mother for
you 2" she asked.
nothing" | replied.
sob, Alfred for my sake, for all our
sakes, say that you are sorry Let me
tell mother that you are sorry She
longs to forgive you"
/ would not answer. | heard her
footsteps slowly retreating. and again |
threw myself on the bed, to pass another
wretchcd and fearful night
Another footstep. slower and feeblor
than my sisters disturbed me. a voice
called me by name II was my mothers.
"Alfrod, my son, shall | come Are
you sorry for what you have done 2"
she asked.
cannot tell what influence, operating
at that moment. made me speak adverse
to my feeling. The gentle voice Of my
mother that thrilled through me, melted
the ice from my obdurate heart, aud
longcd to throw myself on her neck,
but did not. But words gave the lie
to my heart, when J said | was not
sorry. heard her withdraw, | heard
her groan. longed 10 call her back,
but ! did nat.
/ was awakened from my uneasy slum.
Der by hearing my name called loudly,
and my sister stood al my bedside.
Got up Alfred. Oh, don't wait a
minute! Get up aud come with me,
M0thef is dying.