The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-11-03

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With what thrill of anguish he read
the words, and the unconscious little
shining circlet seemed sad and silent
monitor. pointing him toward the
scenes of happiness and innocence now
so far in the distance and from which
his all too willing feet had sadly
strayed.
al will not, cannot" he answered,
hoarsely, as with pale and averted face
and trembling hands he replaced the
loving token on his finger.
"Then, by, I'll make your yelled
the ruffian, and seizing him by the
throat he made ferocious lunge with
stiletto.
The parties in and around the saloon
had by this time gathered near, and ex-
citement deep and intense prevailed.
No one needed the fact that carriage,
with lady robed in deep mourning for
its only occupant, had halted near the
door, as boy rushed in and called to
his companions without: Balfour's
gettin' cut by Mexican Joew
At the sound of the name the lady in
the vehicle called to the driver to per-
NIT her to alight, and trembling with
terror and agonized suspense, she found
her way into the saloon, where crowd
was rapidly collecting. With nervous
haste she threaded her way into the
room from which the noise of strife pro-
ceeded, the gamins making way for her
in silent wonder as she advanced. And
well thev might gaze at her in startled
surprise. Such face and presence were
never seen in the purlieus of that region
before save to pass by in public convey.
ance, perhaps, and then as rapidly as
possible, as if to avoid contamination
with the coarser elements of the de-
graded resort.
Tall, stately, with streaming eyes and
auivering lips, her black robes sweep
ing behind her as she walked, she en-.
tered and saw her son just as he reeled
J from the blow inflicted by the cruel
knife of his vindictive foe. His glance,
| full of terror, despair and agony in that
dreadful moment, saw and recognized
her, and his bleeding form fell into her
| loving, faithful arms with the stimuli
taneous exclamation: "Oh, mother!'
and "My dear Frederick, my precious
bowl" fell on the ears of the astonished
multitude.
A hush of respectful sympathy moved
those rugged hearts as quickly and care
fully tLey assisted in removing the suf-
ferer from the dreadful scene. Speedily
summoning aid, the mother drove to
the hotel with her cherished burden,
once strong and athletic, now weaker
and more frail than herself.
A physician was called in, and to heI
great relief the wounds, though danger
Gus, were not pronounced fatal. A faint
hope still fingered, and with care ano
watchfuluess he might survive. And
need it be added that there would he nc
lack of affectionate care, when devoted
mother keeps sleepless vigil beside the
couch of her suffering, yet youthful anc
only son.
Reader, would you follow the fortunes
of Frederick BalfOur, go with me to ;
great CITY in the West, where the lap
ping waves of peaceful ocean cares
the beautiful concave Of the Colder
Gate; where, amid the hum of business
the dreams of the most visionary ar
often a bright reality; where the for
tunes, like the far"famed palace of Alad
din, rise in night and gladden. the sur
rounding plains with their spIendor a
the rising of the morning sun.
1t is the holy Sabbath day, and as tn
voice of deep-toned bells, calling +
| cathedral and chapel, linger family o.
the air, the throngs of expectant and dc
, vout people hasten to the temple c
worship. In one of these the youn
minister takes his place behind the pu.
g pit, and for few moments bows hi
head in prayer.
4 In this vast assemblage there is on
J whose heart throbs with far deeper an
= grander Joy than it ever pulsated betor'
There she sits. Her pale face has boz
rowed from excitement faint tinge
youthful bloom; the clear dark eyes 81
:, true and earnest as of yore; and I'll
}, slightly curling threads of hair whic
i touch her placid forehead SO carelessl
!. are now quite silvered, yet seeming
d wear heavens holiest benson nestlln
k among their waves of snow.
The choir began their solemn anthem
r "God is the refuge of his people, ar
d as the deep, sonorous chords melt an
g lningle in the lofty temple, and the
n float away to heaven, solemnlty broo'
l. over the hearts and minds OF the Gag
Is and expectant congregation.
e, The anthem finished, the minist
3. rises. 1t is the same Frederick. chang
ID more, perhaps, from within than wit
W out, for the frank, earnest eyes are st
ID there, the scarlet lips, surmounted nc
a by a brown mustache, the waving loc
is are brushed smoothly back except Whe
Id here and there wayward curl Will ste
rs from its restraint, and hint that bo
ly hood was scarcely passed, though ste
vet noble manhood, on the brow and
a the heart, now reign supreme.
n His voice, deep and musical, enehal
K and enrapts the hearers, as, filled wi
ID, reverence, fervor and holy enthusias
es he leads them in prayer, and points WI
*, unerring distinctness to the snares q
n, pitfalls of the path once trodden by
us own youthful feet, and with glowi
er- zeal invites them to tairer road, ,wh
blossom the flowers of purity and hC
nd ness, conducting the tired wayfarer
de the refreshing haunts of wisdom, ''wh
lily ways are ways of pleasantness and
At her paths are peace. ."-LoutSUELte Oot
I'd teT-JONT71dt
till
le- There's a girl in Kansas only ninet
tIe years old who can knock squirrel
of of the tallest tree with her rifle, rid