Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1890-09-03

o passionate oatcry and e7idens sincerity o
e the lads grief His mother had been dest
. for three years. and he had net allowed
anything to be touched or altered in the old
!, house. He could not beaF snS change III
her arrangements, ard her books. I'd solk
: lay about as if she were still ligEg pres
8 ence there.
a As they talked together IL became evident
r that the young man hao drifted into disbe-
lief of all kinds, and was tossed about Oh
that dreary sea, forlorn and hopless.
, 1t would not become me to try and repeat
9 the powerful arguments and loving pies6-
3 ings By the faithful servant of Ais Master 20
win back this lost soul.
, The life of the priest was we'll known to
, the lad, and he remembered in what terms
his mother had always spoken of hln, hex
she had told of rank and wealth pas asi6a
by him that be might the better bring com
!, fort and hope TO the poor, neglected people
among whom he lived, and his heart hu5u-
ed within him as the holy man pleaded With
him more and moro strongly to return To
the fold he bad left but where his place wss
always kept ready for him.
"Come back, come back" he said, 'to
the faith and tho Church which made your
mother what she was-what she is. It is
fyou who by unbelief and waywardness have
who have closed the door SO that her holy
angel cannot come to you. Return to the
Church of God. Confess your sins and re-
oeive absOlution, remembering that there is
more Joy in Heaven over one sinner that
repenteth than over ninety and nine just
men that need no repentance. Open your
ears and yOnr heart now, SO that through
my poor lips you may hear your angel
mother pleading with you for your SOULS
salvation-for another triumph for the
blessed Saviour's cross"
| know not what further words he used,
nor dare l venture to describe the feelings
of the youth as he listened; but, after
awhile, his better nature conquered entirely,
and kneeling before the priest he cried:
"Receive me back again, pray you, and
bless me, even me also, o my Father"
Father Warren, however, replied thought
fully: 81 think it wiser and better, my son,
that you should take this solemn step when
you are calmer and have fully considered it
with prayer, for surely second blackslid-
| ing would be far more grievous than first
l will leave you now and return again, to-
morrow"
| "Now, beseech you, dear father, do not
leave me SO, unabsolved: butif in your wis
dom you think it we'll that I should reflect
further alone, then go into my library aud
take there the rest you so much need for q
few hours, while remain here and think OF
| all you have said"
To this Father Warren assented, and
passed into the adjoining room, leaving the
young man alone.
He looked around him before sitting
down, and found in the books, magazines, |
little works of art, and pictures, further /
evidences of the refinement and intelligence
which had been so marked in everything he |
had seen in the house. But what arrested |
his attention most, and fascinated while it |
startled him, was the picture of beautiful |
lady in full evening dress which hung over
an old bureau, aud beneath which was a /
vase of white flowers, evidently placed there
by some loving hand. !
"Where have l seen that face before?"
he thought. SIT seems fresh in my men,
ory, and yet have seen none such for many
years" He took up book and sat down
before the fire trying to rest. Tired as he
was he could not sleep, for the picture
seemed to haunt and disturb him. Again
and again he rose to look at it, till sudden
ly it flashed across him. 'sThe lady that
brought me here tonight! How like, and
yet how differentp
While he was still standing and looking,
his new friend entered and said quickly,
"You are looking at the portrait of my
mother! 1t is very like her. Is she not
beautiful? Can you not feel now how 1
must miss her sweet company every hour of
the day? Is it not strange that feel near
e. her to. night than at any time since she
died and left me alone? Indeed, I feel now
as if she were not really dead-asi if we must
meet again. Will you receive nv confess
fore | eleep, aud then think I shall feel as
if the black wall between US had been brok-
en- down for ever"
"Willngly, my sor," answered the good
priest
Into thas solemn interview and subse-
quent conversation it is not for US to in.
trude, but it was very late before they part
ed for the night, and it was arranged that
they should meet again at the o'clock ser
vice in the mission-r room chapel the follow
log morning.
Imagine, then the disappointment of
Father Warren when the service began and
ended and his young friend did not appear.
He was very sad. Accustomed as he was
to disappointments of this kind, he had new :.
er felt one SO keenly as this before. He
had been SO confident of the lads earnest !,
ness, of the strength of his resolve, that he
would not give up hope. 81 will go and :,
see him." he thought. "before I return
home or break my fast. Holy Mother, go
with me, / beseech thee!"
He FASTENED away, and not without some
found the house again. He was
not surprised to find the blinds down aud no
sign of life, for it was not yet s O'Clock.
"Ah! here is the explanation" he excIaim. , ,
ed cheerfully. "Unaecustomed to such
early hours, both servants and master are
still probably asleep" and he knocked loud
ly at the door.
1t was quickly opened by the Same SER
want as the evening before. But obi how
in her appearance. Her eyes were
streaming with tears, and she looked ten
years older. Ia a voice broken by sobs she
said: SHE is dead; he is gone. Passed away
in the night in his sleep; no sound, no cry.
The best master that ever lived. He told
my husband to call him very early, and
when be went to do SO he found him lying
calm and quiet, like marble image"
Father Warren passed by her silently into
the room, and there, indeed, he found him
lying calm and quiet and very peaceful, but
with such look of bright happiness on his
beautiful young face as showed plainly that
he had felt neither solitude nor fear when
the Angel Of Death came to fetch him away.
"Who eau doubt that it was his mother
who came to me last night?" said the prie,t
to himself, "for can mother ever forget,
even in Heaven, the child of her love on
EARTH"
349a VILLERE ST., New ORLEANS,
Oct. 20, 1880.
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