The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-11-20
at last established in q home OF my own.
BE sure and provide an elegant wArdrobs
against that time, as Mr.. Graham 70 very
fastidious in matters Of dress.
Yours uffCctiOnatcly

i ALICE.
This from the daughter whom she
Ii 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, ad-
vice or blessing: who dwelt upon pro-
spective wardrobes with interesting
herself III any way as tohow they were
to be obtained. And what could he
thought of an affection that did not
seek it's object even If in ''some horrid
Observation-Disclosures"
Bitter tears fell upon the dclicately
pcrfumed but now crumpled sheet ere
it fell from the trembling fingers and
tluttercl to the floor; and bowling her
head once more. this woman, whose
life had been freighted with grief and
disappointment from first to last, wept
as ii her heart would break, so wound
ed and grievcd by the thoughtlessness
and ingratitude of her only child.
No, the world would never call Darcia
Tresswell aheroine, or sing the praises
OF her unseliish. 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 near
and dear to them.
An arm stole round her neck, and q
trembling voice freighted with sym.
pathy. said:
Teacher, I'm sorry you feel sol l
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 30 sorely-
who never was known to have 81 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. If you'll let ME begin now, I'll
try and be good, as you pray We will
be; l really will" and the homely little
face looked almost beautiful with it's
new light of resolve, to the sad and
fearful teacher who tenderly kissed the
child as she replied:
''rhank you for your good resolu-
ton and your sympathy. Make one
more rcsolve-that you will never.
cause your mother to weep for the neg
lect and ingratitudc 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.
"And that makes me think-she sent
me to ask If you would please take tea
with her tonight; and, "-hesitatingly,
rs if ashamed, 81 guess she wants you
to pray-about little Johnnie's death,
you know. Shecries as you did alittle
while ago. You looked so sad. / forgot
my Grand" and the child 9 voice trenl-
bled and her pale blue eyes searched
her teachers face as she vaguely won
dercd why everybody had trouble and
tears.
The woman who was not n heroine
the woman who could assist and
comfort others while her own heart
was heavy withgrief-the one of many.
gratefully 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.
She also knew that kindred SORROWS
make people sympathetic; and that
the bitter showers OF grief bring forth
abundant harvests OF good deeds.