New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-09-23
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Ton, Afecfiysl yet with ain mn
I easy twinge he Remembered gie
1 mos INN atur rilliancy ofthe d
pathetic eyes, so like his fathers.
I sPshaw! it will do theasfellow good TO
knock round the world a little. He
has been tied quite too long to his
mothers apron-strings.. And-as to
| laW-there are too many LAWYERS, al
Eready .ss He will Sthank@1ne. before the
I year is out, and mother, too.
p Dick broacheds the idea to his friend
Lawyer Bates, who tried all in his power
Eto dissuade him.
You've the making of an excellent
lawyer in you" he said, Sand YOU are
1sgetting along wonderfully If you will 90
loffso far, why dom ttyouwait tillyouget
Iyourdiplo1na? That the business YOU
were made for" s& sss $50 -.
But all the talk did no good, and in
wardly calling him fool, the man
turned to the papers before him.
How could Dick tell him that he was
an unWelcome guest in his mothers
house?esa@ s' 80 80 aess-t
j.. s'ssDie in a year, thelawyer muttered
afterwards, when somebody spoke to
him about it. 'sThe boy isn't made for
hard work, and he'll find it out"
The year passed. Tom had been six
months married, and had brought his
pretty, helpless bride to his home, hired
Eextra sery ants, and seemed as happy
as q lord He did mot notice the in
creasingp allor Of his mother STAGE, the
heart broken look that told how she
missed tn ought less, warm hearted, low
ing Dick
He had always made such
pet OF his little, gentle mother, and
noW.she felt assifsshe weres almost for
gotten. Her son and his wife were
kind to her-but@oh, she wanted the
clasp Of loving arms about her neck,
and the kiss Ola son, sometimes.
Her only solace was the reception of
the letters that came at first. every
week-but OF late there had been great
gaps between. He laughed in his let
ters; but sobbed as he folded them;
she never should Mow-never!
He had enjoyedthe novelty Of the
trip, and the neWaassociation among
which he was thrown, for a time. The
work which he was expected to do was
entirely beyond his strength, and the
persons with whom he was sthrownin
contact We're, rough and uncultiyated.
.Heshad beensaccustomed to delicate
and nourisning food; that which he
tried to eat was coarse, badly prepar-
ed and Wholesome. Day after day he
klabored from early MON till late at
night, leaving for his place oflodgment
sc, exhausted that the best meal would
have been distastful,, AS the weak
ness increased, he fought bravely
Sagainstait and yet the. longing for
home--the almost agonized desireto
look upon his mothers face. once more
added to his physical su ffferings. iaSg
sThat boy looks like ghost" said
some. one, to his employer. ,.,,.se}
Yes; not fit. for the business" was
his reply, but the poor fellow is try
ing very: hard. ','5s ~.
Il 20 mother! mother! I am coming
home. [ must come home," he wrote,
at the conclusion of the year.
Il thought So" said practical Tom,
WlthSa clouded brow, when his mother
read him the letter, her voice trembling.
You made a baby of him for all time
he'll never be a mani"
H.. Little hethought how prophetic were
his. words! The next letter said
D expect me by the third eSof next
month at latest. y The next written
in a strange hand,-
'sDEAR MADAME amsorry to write
you badnews.s Your son was getting
ready to start for home, when he broke
down. He was never strong enough
for the work, and told him so, months
isago, sbut#he would not give up. There
was good metal in him butt think
he mourned too muchforhis home and
his mother. just before he died, he
said, If i could only seemv motherfor
one moment, | could die happy y
Why need we follow the letter? Tom
broke down, for once, when the news
forced itself upon him. The mother
went rapidly to the grave, and to this
day there is alook in Toms face, which
neither care nor bodily suffering put
there only conscio usness that having
been his brothers keeper, he failed in
both duty and affection, and for the
rest OF his life must pay. the penalty.
The Course of True Love.
From fine Hers n shy,rr Zeal A9FE,p tor,,;co