Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-06-02
I Thought it scas Mothers Toice.

A friend told me not long ago beauti
full story about kind words. A gooc
lady, living in one of our large cities, wa.
passing drinking saloon Just as the
keeper was thrusting a young man ou
into the street. He was very youg anc
very pale, out his haggard face and wild
eyes told that he was very far gone in thu
road of ruin, as with oaths he brandished
his c.enched fists, threatening to be re
venged upon the man who so ill-usec
him. This poor young man was so ex
cited and blinded with passion, that hi
did not see the lady who stood very neal
to him, until she laid her hand upon hi
arm, and spoke in her gentle, loving
voice, asking him what was the matter.
At the First kind word the Young mar
started af if heavy blow had struck him
and turned quickly round, paler than be
fore. and trembling from head to foot
He surveyed the lady for a moment, and
then with sigh of relief, he said:
II thought it was my mothers voice
it sounded so strangely like it! But bel
voice has been hushed in death for many
years."
"You had mother them" said the lady
sand she loved you?''
With that sudden revulsion of telling
which often comes to people of fine nerv
Gus temperaments, the young man burst
into tears. sobbing out. "Oh yes, had an
angel mother, and she loved her boy! But
since she died, all the world has been
against me, and am lost? lost to good
society, lost to honor, lost to decency, and
lost toreverW
mo, not lost forever; for God is merci-
full, and His plying love can reach the
chief of sinners said the lady, in her low,
sweet voice; and the timely words swept
the hidden chords of feeling which had
been long untouched in the young mans
heart, thrilling II with magic power, and
Weakening host of tender emotions,
which had been buried very deep beneath
the rubbish of sin and crime.
Years glided by, and the gentle lady
had quite forgotten the incident we have
related, when one day a stranger sent up
his card, and desired to speak with her.
Wondering much who it could be, she
went down to the palor, where she found
a noble-looking, wel]-dressed man, who
rose deferentially to meet her. Holding
out his hand, he said:
Pardon me, madam, for this intrusion !;
but have come many miles to thank you
for the great service you rendered me a
few years ago." said he, in a trembling
voice.
The lady was puzzled, and asked for
an explanation, as she did not remember
ever having seen the gentleman before.
81 have changed so much," said the
man, "that you have quite forgotten me;
but though only saw your face once, l
am sure l should have recognized it any,
where. And your voice, too, it is SO like
my mother.s!."
Those last words made the lady re-
member the poor young man she had
kindly spoken to in front Of the drinking
saloon SO long before, and tears came in
to her own eyes.
After the first gush of emoti,n had
subsidized, the gentleman sat down and
told the lady how those few words had
been instrumental in saving him, and
making him what he then was.
1.-THE earnest expression Of No, not lost
forever followed me wherever 1 went, y
said he, land it always seemed that it
was the voice of my mother speaking to
me from the tomb. repented of my
many transgressions, and resolved to live
as Jesus and nv mother would be pleased
to have me; and by the mercy and grace
of God I have been enabled to resist
temptation, and keep my good resolut-
IONS"
II never dreamed there was such pow
er in a few kind words before" exclaim-
ed the lady. land surely ever after this
l shall take more palms to speak them to
all the sad and suffering ones I meet in
the walks of life