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through and through, and make her bow
her head in sorrow and shame? Better
might she take little trouble with her
restless, mischievous boy now, than to
wait for that after trouble that must
GENE as the whirlwind.
The night wore slowly away to the
anxious parents, but Max did not return
and when the next day passed without
tidings from the missing boy, their anxi
ETY. became intense. Mr.. Fennimore
made every effort to find clue to his
but without avail.
After Max had made good his escape
from the policeman, he concealed himself
in pile oflumber. He was young, and
he very much exaggerated the conse-
quenccs of his fault, and feared to return
to his home. Why should he return and
meet his mothers frown, and his fathers
displeasure? The world lay before him,
which to the young holds such grand
possibilities He was an adventuresome
boy, and he finally concluded to run away
from his home. He remained concealed
until the twilight began to deepen, and
the quiet stars came out one by one. AS
Max looked up, it seemed as if the eye
of the all-seeing God was looking down
upon him from the pure depth above, and
better thoughts came into his heart. He
at length resolved to return home and re-
ly upon his father for protection and for
giveness. He gained the street, and
started homeward.
"You are the worst BOY [ ever saw !!
There, that is the last want to see Of
you!" His mothers thoughtless, impa-
tient words came to him now; and to his
heart, tender and pen1tent, they came
freighted with full meaning. He sank
down upon the roadside and moaned, as
if in pain. Again there was short, de-
cisive struggle in the boys mind. Then
he arose and again went on his way, but
his heart and his feet were turned from
his home.
Mrs. Fcnnimore was not troubled with
Max now. There was no dark footprints
on the floor when the days were wet.
The dog and Cat .reposed side by side
upon the hearth-rug. unmolested. The
house was very still. and quiet now. But
oh, how desolatc? It was desolation
| worse than death. What would she not
| give, if she could know, but for one night,
where the restless head was pillowed
! Mrs. Fennimore went about her house
cares like one distracted. Her thoughts
| were continually with her son. She
| thought of him as when at first he lay, a
smiling infant in her arms; Of how deep
| ly she had felt the responsibility of this
| heaven-imposed trust; how the babe grew
in strength and beauty, until he was a
daily Joy, but to look upon: And yet it
was the same wlnsome child that now
brought her all this heaviness Of heart
How had the change come about? Gradu-
ally the revelation came. How often
when wearied in mind and body by he1
household cares, and she giving "ay TO q
spirit of tretfulness, and spoken i'm
patiently to her loving child, chilling the
warm affections of the little human
flower that looked to her fol-
it's sunshine, and bunting its finer sen
sibilities; until he grew careless, indif1er-
ent and unmindful Of her wishes, and
render her obedience through fear, un1n,
spired by loves And then the remenl-
brance of the last words which she had
spoken to her son, came back to her, and
| filed her with sorrow and remorse., What
IT they should be the last words he
should ever fall from her lips! Tho
| thought was more than she could bear
"My son! oh, my son!' she cried alou(
in an agony of grief; but she felt tAat il
was too late, that he had passed beyond
the sound of her voice, and beyond tht
reach Of her influence.
The days heightened into weeks, anc
Mr.. Fennimore gave up all search as
hopeless, and advertised for intelligence
from his missing boy. One day a lette1
came. 1t was written by a farmers hand
cramped by years Of toll. 1t took the
whole family to decipher it. But wha
| JOY it brought to them all! for it con
tanned information concerning Max. HI
was at the writer's house, safe and we'll
| Mr. Fennimore lost no time in going il
quest of his son. It was with feelin!
of unspeakable thankfulness that Mrs
Fennimore clasped Max in her arms
with all the depth and tenderness Of
mothers love. This reception was 81
different from what Max had expected
he threw his arms about her neck, ant
wept glad tears of joy and repentance.
1t would, perhaps, be needless to sa,
that Mrs. Fennimore never felt that Ma.
was a trouble again. And Max, seein!
the interest which she felt in his amuse
ments, began to consult her in the con
struction of his carts, windmills, water
wheels and the like; and Mrs. Fennimor
found real pleasure IN assisting him
which she had never before dreamed pos
sible.
But the noisy period of boys ex
istence, although Of sufficiently long du
ration, does not last always. AS Ma
grsw older. he took greater interest i
reading and study. But t. e tender tie c
sympathy established between mothe
and son still existed. She was still hi
most intimate friend and counselor MI
Fennimore regarded ti;is with deep graft
fcation, for he knew that such infuenc
would not fail to develop perfect man
hood.-Mrs. 4. D. Chamberlain, in Wes
er7a R,1r0l.
Visions of Spring.