Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1890-12-20
Pious Persuasion With the Rascal.
From the Lewiston journal.

From the Lewiston Journal.
A cultured and refined mother in a Maine
city has q scapegrace son whom she has striven
in every way to reform. He persists, however,
in absenting himself from home on periodic
sprees, and at such times his mother is in a
continual paroxysm of terror, imagining that
all sorts of caiamities will befall him. He
securely hides himself in low haunts, and his
poor mother can never gain the slightest
knowledge Of his whereabouts. The suspense
is torture.
During one of his recent lapses the family
pastor called, and in the course of conversation
also denizen of the slums might be procured
to search out and bring home the son. Accord
lngly. in some unknown manner, a chap, q
typical rough, was corrailed, and on promise
OF ''swag" was induced to visit the lady for in
structions. Oh, yes he ''knew the young
Teller, We know, and he would jump on his coat
collar and yank him back to his downy nest,
seeY'
As the lady bowed him out she imploringiy
said: "Oh, sir, You must use your intelligence"
Gle didn't look as though he had any)
"Yis, mum. DILL use 'um.''
In q voice almost uniuteiligible from sobs she
continued: Tell him that you come to lift him
up from the mire of doubt. That he must
shake off his sins and take courage of con-
viction. Tell my son there is One who will
succor. appeal to him, prevail upon him to
break from his demon foes. VIII you do this
faithfully?
Eyer bet yer life will, mum, if break livery
bone in de cove's carcass" growled the rough
with fierce vehemence that startled the Weep
ing mother: Then he tipped his hat over one
walk with such a display of turbulence that
her heart was assailed with misgivings
just after the clock struck that evening the
lady was summoned to the door by fierce
ringing at the bell. As the door opened in
marched her big Irish messenger, dragging the
| scream of dismay. Wasn't he a spectacle for
gods and men? Both eyes were closed. his
cheek was gashed, bloody chasm showed
where front tooth had been. his hat was gone,
his coat was ripped up the back and one sleeve
zation appeared IN his entire aspect.
Here's the young fule, num-" huskily said
his escort. ~ tould him phwat you said, bur
the young rascal wudden't let me TUX him
peaceably, and slugged me eye and tore me
And a look Of pride eiowed In the eye that wa
intact.
The frantic motherwaited for no explanation.
but paid the fellow and put her damaged son
to bed. As she sat by him the next day and
os that sSE .S face the
mother, how could You do IT."
my boy, it was for your good, and your poor
'sBut, mother, how could you send that man
to abuse me ia that wey?"
'My SOM
''Now, mother, that was cruel in you. Tina,
man came TO me, rolled up his sleeves, showed
two big fists up In my face and said: D'ye zee
thin two intilly gents? Them's what yer mud
der called 'um, and she told me to uae 'um.
She says, says she, til the bye that 70 coon dc
him up, and tire him out That you mus
stick opp yer Ems and take hoorar Of kckin'
that TIM to peel yer, and break Yer dommsd
nose,"
ymt Whist his mothers feelfngs were We dc
not know, but II subsequent events are to b.
relied upon thst ptug-ug1y's Argument was The
nOst ateAxy tsnPerssse asseuret1lne ~ youth
ever received