The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-02-15
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To all who have evcr felt remorse, the
mere thought of it should be caution
enough against breaking the laws of du-
ty and right conduct. But thousands
who are unipluenced by higher moral
restraints rush into wrong doing without
thinking ofthe self reproach and punish
ment that are sure TO come. The follow
ing contains O. lesson 10 hot-headed
youth who are in danger of breaking
their mothers hearts by disobedience or
hasty, unfilial words: 'tta
They we're sitting in the w%aiting-room
OF q depot together-the dapper little
mar who, looked as though he might be
9 commercial traveller, and the great
rough fellow whose cowhide boots,
shaegyygarments and broad, brown Mex
lean hat told that he was fresh from
The westerner sat looking out OF the
window upon the dreary confusion o,
tracks, switches, frogs land snorting
freight engines. {Justeat that moment
he seemed like a man without a friend
in the world, and out of pure sympathy
the commerciut traveller attempted to
strike up conversation. u { Tst ut
"tiot long to waltz" he asked, in g
friendly tone. ,
..c ,BiGu.s g, .s sou r, was the short answer.
"Nigh onto a hundred miles back in
the kentry," b
Yes. where?" d nj
stranger. I'm going home. Home"
SO! Been away long??"
"sBout ten years" ~ea S8 81
(. i"Ten years, md now you are going
honel Well. thass pleasant. l. know
I'm only away about u month at q time,
yet whenI come back, Pm as happy as
a costing In a sun-shower. Fact; you
wouldn't think Pm sentimental, yet
when Pm on my way home, the cars
never seem to so fast enoughs4 and
all the time Pm there. My! but I'd
like to be in your. shoes for a short time,
Just to feel how happy you must be!
Folks all we'll, / snppose?"
stranger, Pm goi..g back to my
mothers funeral. It's ten year, ten
long, long year, since Issaw her last, and
thenl went away saying l never wanted
to see her again. l did that to my
mother. But was not much more than
a boy then, and ! didn't know what /
was doing. IL was my mother, but Pm
not to be blamed too harshIy.
And after | went away | never sent
10 letter home-not one, but 7 always
meant to. She used to write me such
heart breaking letters that /, greatroug
miner rs l was, couldn't keep the tears
back. You see, l didn't write because
l was always a-a-thinking that l would
strike rich, and then I would 90 home
and just show the old folks what none
and case was; but-but-but, stranger, 1
put it off too long. was going home
next week. Iwas going to surprise 'em,
and ! had enough morey to make their
old age COMFORTABLE: but. stranger, she
went home before l did" 8
And b. wiped his horny, s]nnbrowned
hand across his eyes There was Silence
for 8 Jew minutes, then he continued:
Don't think worse Of me for thrt,
stranger; | may be a man grown, but
somehow / can't keep tears out of my
eyes. They will come. You see, | was
the youngest. l was the baby, her boy
she used to call me- and when l grew up
! wanted to SEE the world, to see life.
But she wanted me to stay mt home, and
| was hot headed and-and | wentaway.
But | always dreamed of coming back,
and here, when | was ready, it was too
late, toolate. All, stranger! l can't help
II" and the returning miner bowed his
head on his hands and was silent.
But the other said nothing. There
was a lump in his throat that prevented,
and he looked toward the window I'M
der pretence of wiping his torch ad with
his handkerchief but it was onlyto con-
ceal the moisture that came nbiddeni in
his eyes.-Texas Slftings.