Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-11-13

cess.o her child, vet her tears fell fast 4
that night, which seemed SO long aeo.
r5those lnstrous eyes had been for Or
the multitude and not for the lone &
watcher who had made SO many
many sacrifices for the one who would
never know or appreciate them.
4 The world saw and recognized the
grand result Will out seeking to know 4
aught of the cause producing it.
The mother s fear had not been an
idle one. The child she loved SO fond-
" soon drifted away from her, out Of
her life and it's current. . y.
With q gr0an Of anguish Darcia
Tresswell stirred, as the cool breeze
swept over the bowed head, and one 4
hand instinctively sought the folds Of
the gray dress wherein 9 rustling paper
made known her contact with it's
touch. Bringing it forth she raised
her head and read for the second time
that day the words which were brand
ed upon her heart with ingratitude's
serpent tooth. "" e =
New York, Sept. 20. DEAR MorHER:-
Tresswell no longer, and shall have sailed
for Europe to remain three years or more,
land where l hope to achieve success.
l Would have visited you, but thought likely
you were in some horrid, out-of-the.way.
place, and my time has been wholly occu.
pied. Will try and see You ON my return,
| and shall expect you to visit me when I am
| Be sure and provide al elegant wardrobe
| against that time, as Mr.. Graham is very
| fastidious in matters of dress.
Yours affectionately,
ALICE. ~,
This from the daughter whom she
had not met and rarely heard from for
over two years; who was changing her
! name and forming new ties without
ever asking her mothers consent, adj
! vice OF blessing; who dwelt upon pro-
| spective wardrobes with interesting
| herself in any way as to how they were
to be obtained. And what could be
| thought of an affection that did not
seek its object even if in ''some horrid
out-of-the-way- place.
Bitter tears fell upon the delicately
| perfumed but now crumpled sheet ere
it fell from the trembling fingers and
f1uttered to the floor; and bowling her
head once more, this woman, whose
life had been freighued with grief and
disappointment from first to last, wept
as If her heart would break, so wound
ed and grieved by the thoughtlessness
and ingratitude Of her only child
No, the world would never call DarCia
| Tresswell heroine, or sing the praises
| OF her unselfsh, self-abnegating spirit.
And there are thousands OF just such
tender, loving, sacrificing mothers who
take the brightness from their own
lives to tighten the way for those nenr
and dear to them.
An arm stole round her neck, and
| trembling voice freighted with SYM
| pathv, said:
sTeacher, I'm sorry you feel SO! I
think Tom Brown is an awful mean
boy to say such hateful things and
make you cry
Looking up Darcia Tresswell beheld
the little freckled faced girl who had
| always tried her patience so sorely--
who never was known to have a per.
feet lesson, and whom she had always
regarded as being wholly devoid ofhu-
man sympathy and kindly feeling, so
| annoying she had proved, but who now
| said:
"And Pm sorry I've been so hateful,
! too. II you'll let me begin now, I'll
try and be good, as you pray we will
| be; 1 really will!'' and the homeiy little
face looked almost beautiful with its
new light of resolve, to the sad and
fearful teacher who tenderly kissed the
child as she replied:
'Thank you for your good resolu-
ton and yonr sympathy. Make one
more resolve-that you will never
cause your mother to weep for the neg
lect and ingratitude Of her child" and
she picked up her own daughters con-
demning letter, while hastily brushing
away her tears.
I'll try and be good to mother,
surely!" was the surprised reply.
l. l. "And that makes me think-she sent
me to ask if you would please take tea
with her tonight; and, "--hesitatingly,
| as If ashamed, II guess she wants you
to pray-about little Johnnie's death;
You know. She cries as you did a little
while ago. You looked so sad, / forgot
! my errand," and the child 9 voice trem.
bled and her pale blue eyes searched
her teachers face as she vaguely won!
dered why everybody hadtrouble and
| tears.
The woman who was not a heroine
the woman who could assist and
comfort others while her own heart
was heavy with grief-theone ofmany,
---ggratefully accepted the unexpected
Invitation with the feeling that per-
haps Others were not so we'll prepared
| to bear their burdens as she; that pos
| sibly some human heart would bebet-
ter or happier by doing her duty con.
scientiously and we'll. .." .EgsE
She also knew that kindred sorrowt
make people sympathetic; and that
the bitter showers OF grief bring forth IS
abundant harvests of good deeds.
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What the Composing. Room Sta.
tistics Census Shows.
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