The Magnolia gazette. [volume] (Magnolia, Miss.) 1872-current, 1881-09-09
DIED OF A BROKEN HEART.
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A father in New England town had
son-a little, large headed boy Of ncr-
yous intensity, with eyes OF startling
wonder, and long curling eyelashes,
which started, like his fawn-hke eyes,
with quick apprehension and timndity--a
boy who played with all intensity, kept
dong something all the day long, with
out the power to rest, walked off alone
and even when alone spoke with himself,
chased the geese with little legs as lean
and swift, and at the table eating his
meals could not sit very still nor bear
to sit all the morning in church because
his heart was too rapid i'll his little mar
row chest, where every rib could be
counted against his tender flesh and skin.
In the morning he was awake at earliest
light; at evening his tired nature yielded
to the deep sleep of exhaustion. His
mother feared she could never raise him
to be a man. His father thought he was
too long becoming a man in gravity, So
briefly and formal obedience.
"What ails my son ?" the father sternly
asked. "He is rattle-headed and with
out stability. fear for INN. Do You
chastise him enough? Spare not the rod
lest ne grow beyond you and your rule
Alas !" exclaimed the mother, he
has his little world, we cannot see, per
haps. He is growing and sensitive. The
doctor says we must not push him at his
studies, but let him play all he can, till
his frame is equal to his brain.
The father shook his head and spoke
sternly to the boy, and feared lie was 20
ing to give them all trouble growing up
SO seldom moulded and unrestrained.
All day the little boy was doing some
thing, carrying the cat by the tail, carry
ing the dog under his arm, making pic
lures on paper of engines and steam
boats, and bellows.
"He will be an artist, said his mother
hopefully.
He will spoil the library" exclaimed
the father suspiciously.
Antagonism grew up between the
father and the boy, born, on the boys
part Of fear on the fathers, of criticism
and severity. The boy ran to his mother
and asked her protection from his fathers
suspecting eye. The father feared his
VIE was spelling the son with mistaken
generosity and allowance AT times the
fathers habitual suspicion broke away
luxe the clouds above hard, human
Britain, and he laid his rigorous books Of
theology down to take his boy walking,
and they grew little nearer. Then
again the father observed some voluptu-
GUS tendency in the son which started his
Tears anew; some taste for worldly,
passing modes and Joys.
HWlfp y ha sai1 50 1o .yo,, o1,a, c,;ro
our 10y money!
ga little" she said "a few pennies
to buy drawing materials and colors he
will be an artist think"
" Money" exclaimed the sire, "is the
root OF every evil, You had better give
INN fire or poison. He will become q
Wild, ruined spendthrift.
The idea that his wife gave the child
money operated in the fathers head like
jealousy or revenge; it tinted everything
about his sons conduct, and he believed
nus wife had set deliberately to work t.
indulge her child at the expense of his
soul.
One morning, thinking of such thing
the father lay awake in bed, and a gen
tie noise disturbed him. The sun wa
up, though it was scarcely o'clock, ant
the Light and air striking through tn,
chamber curtains showed the little bo,
n his night gown stealing toward hi
iathers bed. He glanced sharply 70
ward his father to see if he was quit
asleep, and then swiftly, like a little bird
hoped upon a chair and ran his leai
white fingers into his fathers yes
pocket.
"Ha p thought the father. " MY so
IN my pockets by stealth, before al
awake, and initiating the bad example {
my vile, who often, perhaps, searche
unauthorized there n
As he said this dreadful idea crosse
ms mind. That son, spoiled by th
mothers Indulgence, already corrupte
by spending money, was thief---a thi'
while yet child He rose in bed an
spoke IN a voice of thunder
tRobert, you are stenling my money
Horror froze the boy; he dropped fro
tne chair like a cat, and was into his oN
, Ded IN the next room and covered his fai
with his sheets. Anguish and stern =
solve possessed at once the father
stricken heart. He had delayed too loi
20 chastise his wayward son, now glidil
INTO rum. II must be done, hard thoni
should be. He awoke his wife, an
snppresslng her replies with an iron wi
tsialea the story Of her deprayed chill