The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1881-12-23
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side me, and let :me give you LITTLE
talking to. That is right. Sit cleal
at The other end of the sofa. I
makes more room for my gout and
Germs, besides being good habit fol
q young lady to become addicted to
Always pander to this habit and yor
<will in time find yourself walking
through green meadows and beside
the still waters of self-respect. You
may be walking alone, to be shure
but will have fewer lawn dresses to
do up on Monday morning. I wish
to speak to you of your mother. 1t
may be- you have noticed a careworn
look upon her face lately. Of course
it has not been brought there by
any act of yours, still it is your duty
to chase it away. Idon't mean for
you to run at and shake your skirts
and tell it to ssshoo" as you would a
hen, nor do I expect you to get on
the other side of the fence and throw
old oyster cans and pieces of barrel
slaves at it, as you did at the COW
yesterday. But I want you to get
up tomorrow morning and git break
fast, and when your mother comes
down and begins to express her
surprise go right up to her and kiss
her on the mouth. You don't imag-
inc how it will brighten up her dear
face. Besides you owe her kiss or
two. Away back when you were a
little girl she had kissed you when
no one else was tempted by your
fever-stained breath and swollen
face. You were not as attractive
then as you are now. And along
through those years of childish SUM-
shine and shadows she was ready to
cure, by magic of a mothers kiss, the
little, dirty, chubby, hands whenever
they were injured in those first skir-
mishes with the rough old world. |
And then the midnight kisses with
which she has routed so many bad
dreams, as she leaned above your
restless pillow, have all been on in
terest these long, long years. of
course, she is not 80 pretty and low
able as you are, but if you had done
your share ofthe work during these
last ten years the contrast would
not be SO marked. Her face has
more wrinkles than yours, far more,
and yet if you were sick that face
would appear to you to be more
beautiful than an angels as it hoverd
over you, watching every opportu-
nifty to minister to your comfort, and
every one of those wrinkles would
seem to be bright wavelets of sun
shine, chasing each other over the
dear old face. She will leave you
one ofthese days. Those burdens if
not lifted from her shoulders, will
break her down. Those rough, hard
hands that have done so many un-
necessary things for you will be
crossed upon her lifeless breast.
Those neglected lips that you gave
your first baby kiss will be forever
closed, and those sad, tired eyes will
have opened in eternity, and then
you will appreciate your mother;
but it will be to late. There, there, I
don't cry; she has not left you yet, /
she is down in the kitchen stringing |
beans for dinner, and if you feel SO
badly you might go down and finish s
hem, and let her change her dress t
md rest an hour before dinner. And ,
after dinner you might wash up the s
Fishes while she takes little nap. 9
Then you might take down her hair g
md do it up for her. You need not a
Wind it over your finger and fuss to '
make little spit curls as you used to Z
10 with yours, but give it good
brushing and wind it up gently and
as if you enjoyed doing it
for her. The young man down in "a
The parlor can wait until you have {
yerformed these duties. IF he ex- fl
'resses any impatience, you may ex Il
lain to him that you feel under more a