The weekly times. (Wilmington, Del.) 1886-18??, 1886-10-16

| for him. and he ate and drank what she
gave him, without tasting morsel he
Swallowed, listening for the hundredth
time to his fathers account of "what
he did when he was young man."
"Just half an hour, WILL" SAID his
father, "before you start; run up and
see if you have forgotten any of your
duds."
1t was the little room he had always
called his own. How many nights he
had lain there listening to the rain pat
tering on the low roof; how many
mornings awakened by the chirp of the
robin in the apple-tree under the win
dow. There was the little bed with its
snowy covering, and the thousand and
one little comforts prepared by his
mothers hand. He turned his head
she was at his side, her arms about his
neck. God keep my boyl" was all
she could utter. He knelt at her feet
as in the days of childhood, and from
those hayward lips came this fearful
prayer: "Oh God, spare my mother
that may look upon her face again in
this world y
Oh, in after days, when that voice
had died out from under the parental
roof, how sacred was that spot to her
who gave him birth There lcds hope
for the Joyl he had recognized his
mothers God. By that invisible silken
cord she still held the wanderer, though
broad seas roll between.
Letters came to Moss Glen-at stated
intervals, then more irregularly, pictur-
ing only the bright spots in his sailor
life flor Will was proud, and they were
to be scanned by his fathers eye The
usual temptations of sailors life
when in port were not unknown to him.
Of every cup the syren Pleasure held
to his lips, he drank to the dregs; but
there were moments in his maddest
revels, when that angel. whisper, God
keep my boy" palsied his daring hand,
and arrested the half-uttered oath.
Disguised with himself, he would turn
aside for an instant, but only to drown
again more recklessly ''that still small
torturing voice."
"You're a stranger in these parts"
said IL rough farmer to sun-burnt
traveller. Look as though you'd been
in foreign parts.''
'Do 2" said Will, slouching his hat
over his eyes. 'Who lives in that little
cottage under the hill ?"
"Old Farmer Low-and II tough GUS
toner he is, too it's word and blow
with him. The old lady has had hard
time of it, good as she is, to put up
with all his kinks and quirks. She bore
it very well till the lad went away and
then she began to droop like willow
in storm, and lose all heart, like.
Doctors stuff didn't do any good, as
long as she got no news of the boy.
She's to be buried this afternoon, sir.o
Poor Will staid to hear no more, but
tottered in the direction of the cottage.
He asked no leave to enter, but passed
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parlor," and found himself alone with
the dead. 1t was too true Dumb
were the lips that should have well
coined him; and the arms that should
have embodied him were crossed peace
tully over the heart that beat true to
him till the last.
Conscience did its office. Long years
of mad folly passed III swift review be-
fore him; and over that insensble form
a vow was made, and registered in
Heaven.
Your mother should have lived to
see this day." said II gray-haired old
man, as he leaned on the arm of the
clergyman, and passed into the village
church.
"Bless God, my dear father, there is
joy IN Heaven over one sinner that re-
penteth;' and of all the angel band,
there is one seraph hand that sweeps
more raptaously its harp to-day for
the lost that is found"
The more freely sympathy and
affection is extended, and the more
gladly they are welcomed, the more
they bless mankind. Their very life
depends upon generous atmosphere
of both giving and taking. Cold
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