The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1881-01-20

Au0U -Cuo young AO&lCi0NO 0y0D
'jparkled-" such things can't be 60 aw-
fully important IS the teachssa tryat to
makS6 kelSs3 b. Hd6s along 4t3
tedR3 &ftlodssthSa."s $40 Nzssy g.
She tried to explAin that aman' work
and needs are not . woms1's o. but she
lacked words and address to nullify the
effect of living example.
"More solecism!' she groaned. in
mounting to the nursery. Her babies,
at least, would not put her to shame.
She paused Ut the threshold Of the half
open door. Harry, aged ten. was de-
claiming the poem he was to recite next
day at school, May. just turned eight,
was auditor and critic, sitting bolt up
right in her little chair, her doll asleep
on her knee. ".t'a ~ .s#.f
Honor the Charge they nadei,
Noble SIX Hundrsd% ~
vociferated the boy, with windmill ges-
ticulation. a neg $500
"lt's very pretty" commented the
small audience. .What is it all about?'
''About . big fight sonseohsre," re-
joined the brother. Here's mamma;
she can tell u.s." ''ig ~, !
Alasl Mamma, thus. abruptly put in
to the balance, was found wanting to a
degree that stretched the young eyes
to their Wfdest.v She hAdnevef heard
of Balaklava, that she could remember,
and only surmised, after studying the
ringing lyric, that itswas abOtit 4 bat
tie with the Russians "over in Eu-
rope"
'.Nevef mindr' Loving little May,
reading. without comprehending, the
pain in the eyes, and the low; con-
strained voice, climbed into her moth
er's lap, stroked the sallow cheek, and
laid hers-downy and rosy against it.
''You are just nsGnansa-aren't you?
and Dolly's grandmar's a
''tt's all l and good for darlingr' Tie
words came with hysterical sob that
brought Harry to her side.
"You ere the best~mammA ii the
landr' he protested. stoutly. I
For all that, when she had put them
to bed, abe sat down upon the rug be-
fore the nursery fire, laid her arms Upon
chair, and cried herself sick.
The Daltons had gone, and other WIS.,
itors engaged the young ladies' i'm the
parlor. Papa was helping George with
his examples (they do not call them
''sums'' now-s-days). The little ones
slept soundly. The heart, bruised al.
most to breaking, made fits moan in
solitude, each ''solecism' a separate
''agony.''
The light, firm step that came up the
stairs, the kind faee atsthe door, the
tender andety q the query, /" Mother,
are you sickP'' wore th0e Of. her first
born-the man she had gotten from the
Lord. She had risen as she heard his
approach. He never went to bed with
out kissing her "good-night The gas
was turned low. but the red glow Of
the CRATE glistehed OF her wet flashes
and the deepened burrows about eyes
and mouth. s. EgE
She laughed .awkwardH in turning
from the tell-tale CLEAN. Scenes are the
dread Of tho diffident.
"It's nothin', my boy" trying ID
overcome tremork and huskiness. 81
have the blues, and am bit tired.
That's ALL" ssasaa s.a,s5os 4sav
He pulled her down upon his knee
the stiff, ungainly tigure-and held her
IS he would May.
THAT means you have been over
working yourself for the rest of us! All,
little mother, how can we show our APP
probation of your long years of patient
service? Twas telling Grace tonight
what wife and mother you are. She
lost her parents SO long ago that she
does not remember. receiving any
mothering." as the old people style
it. It's good word. It brings to
mind the soft warmth of nest and wings,
the brooding and cuddling and cooling
of the bird over her young. You must
give my Oracle q double portion when
she is your daughter, to make up for
what she has missed"
Morgan! l can't stand such talk
tonight! Your wife will be as much
ashamed Of me as your sisters are.
Women see one another IS men DON'T
mind things you don't notice unless
your attention is called to them. You
all love me. know. But I've seen to-
day what rye been very duh, perhaps
foolish, not to know long ago. that I'm
not your kind. The best thing you
your wife-your father-your sisters
even my 6atses- can hope for is to keep
me in the background. And the safest
hidin' place Is the grave / sha'n't
mortify yoaathsre!'' = s - Z %
The cry Of the poor wounded heart
tore its way ont through the lips, and
sobs and tears followed. s,
Motkerl Dear motherv'
Yes, that's all I am = all I ever can
be! / amt fit to rear the children Eve
brought iuto the world. i don't know
nothin' 4 but to tend to their bodily
wants--to make them comfortable, -
And happy, mother--yes: better
than thai, !" the young man interrupted,
almost in tears himself. ! "T0s teach
them to love God and one another; to
live clean lives. that win ripen into
benefcence to their kind when youth
has psl6ssi The ,haryess b not vet.
Mothers sow for al time and for
eternitt N Aa4 yoe have s6uu wslfs my
precious mother. sss s- = 7 II :,
"It,lA joae watin', deer. Especially
when . b0dYs worn out and distouf-
aged. Bnt you are yety good to'try to
put nd - hoogf again. = II -.
She DDS. frsiehisnSd ksrsslf I'm
and put back the scattered wisps Of
gray hair. He could not but note how
wan and broken she looked. Yet there
rwas.4ournful 4lgnity in. expression and
home1y speecM EEsa9.s s
"T6srn must A6e ingineers and Gre
men on every train, you know. And 80
long as you are all gittin' on so smooth
and rapid l ought not to mind that the
fret and work and dirt has left marks
that won't wash of. Ishall try not to
feel too keenly that my girls can't help
SEEM the truth. I'd change myself for
their sakes, it could. I haze always
tried to be q faithful mother. I've
tried to do my best. The trouble is, in
these times, the beat of sech - me goes
sech a lille wayr' - - -
Tears were in the sons ewes. "Oh.
mother, you have done all this, and
more, too; and blessed fruit will come
from your faithfulness. AS / have al
ready said, The harvest is not yet"
-Marian Harla'sd, -, Hosth's Conn
panion. ~ - 3
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