Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-02-15

love to steal awhile away
From every numbering care,
And spend the hour of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
The regular chorister being absent, the duty
deyolved upon the good old Deacon NJ, who COM
menced, 81 love to steal, and then broke down.
Raising his voice little higher, he sang: 81 love
to steal. As before he concluded he had gone
the wrong pitch; and deploring that he had not
his "pitch.tuner, he determined to succeed IL he
died in the attempt. BY this time all the old la
dies were tittering behind their fans, while the
faces OF the styoung ones" were all in q broad
grin. At length, after desperate cough, he made
final demonstration and roared out, II love to
steal. The effort was too much Every one but
the eccentric parson was laughing. He arose, and
with the utmost GOODNESS, said: "Seeing our broth
er's propensities, let us pray" 1t is needless to
say that but few of the congregation heard the
prayer.-Yankee Blade.
POETS have sung about the affection of mothers
for their offspring says the New York Sun, and
history has many instances of women who have
voluntarily sacrificed themselves for their children,
but it is not often that case of this kind turns
up in the routine Of a police court.
This morning, however, there was such case
case in the Yorkyile court and it aroused consid-
erahe interest. The circumstances are as follows:
Fred W Lobsched a mere boy, but well edu-
Gated and connected with an eminently respectable
family in Youngstown, o., attempted to end his
life by shooting himself in the left breast.
Park Policeman Eichlers saw him and took him
into custody. Lobscheid has since been in the
hospital, and his recovery was such that he was
able to appear in court this morning.
s'Young man. said the Judge, swhy did you
fttempt to take your life?'
II was Respondent, Judge" he replied. 81
had quarrel with my father and 1 could get no
work."
'Pll have to remand you for trial in the Gen.
eral Sessions"
AS Lobsched stepped down little woman with
sweet, pathetic face came within the rail and
clutched the young mans arm She had to re-
lease her grasp, for the young man had to be
taken down stairs.
She was uncertain as to what she would do for
moment, but finally she stepped up to the bar
and addressing the Judge and clerk said;
III am his mother, Judge, and | hope you will
deal with him kindly He's only boy, Judge,
just a boy and he didn't know what he was
doing"
"Madam" said the Judge, "the case is now
out of my hands. am very sorry, but | can do
nothing"
tAnd must he remain in jail?'
"Until the District Attorney takes action"
ooh! Judge, came all the way from Ohio to
help him. Amother's heart speaks to you, Judge.
I'll go to prison in his place if you will let me.
He's only boy my son, Judge. Let me suffer
for him, beg Of you, Judge"
Madam" said the Judge, kindly, ''it is i'm
possible"
She turned away with her eyes filled with tears,
and it seemed to her as if everything she held
precious was lost forever but the clerk mindful
of her motherly devotion, assured her that he
would send the papers to District Attorney Eel
lows at noon and at night the young man might
be liberated on bail. Then she left the court,
overiOyed at the prospect.