The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1890-09-20
TALK TO SIS.


me, and let me give you little talking
to. That is right. Sit clear at the
other end of the sofa. It makes more
room for my gout and corns. besides
being a good habit for young lady
to be addicted to. Always pander to
this habit and you will in time find
yourself walking through the green
meadows and beside the still waters
of self-respect. You may be walking
alone. tn be sure, but will have fewer
lawn dresses to do up on Monday
morning. | wish to speak to you of
your mother. 1t may be you have
noticed careworn look upon ber face
lately. Of course, it has not been
brought there by any act of yours,
still it is your duty to chase 1t away.
| don't mean for you to run at and
shake your skirts and tell it .ShooT
as you would hen, nor do | expect
you to get on the other side of the
fence and throw old oyster cans and
pieces of barrel slaves at it, as you did
at the cow yesterday. But want you
to get up tomorrow morning and get
breakfast, and when your mother
comes down and begins to express her
surprise, 20 right mp tn her and kiss
her un the mouth. You don't imagine
how it will brighten up her dear face.
Besides, you owe her kiss or two.
Away back when you were little
girl she kissed you when no one else
was tempted by your fever-tainted
breath and swollen face. You were
not as attractive then as you are now.
And along through those years OF
childish sunshine and shadows she
was always ready to cure, by the
magic of mothers kiss, the little
dirty, chubby hands when ever they
were injured in those first skirmishes
with the rough old world. And then
the midnight kisses with which she
bad routed So many bad dreams. as
she leaned over your restless pillow,
have ail been on interest these long,
long years. OF course, she is not So
pretty aud Kissablc rs you are, but If
you had dome your share OF the work
during these last ten years the con-
irast would not be so marked. Her
face has more wrinkles than yours,
far more, and yet ii you were sick
that face would appear to You To he
more beautiful than an angels AS 1t
hoveied over you, watching every OPP
portunity to minister to your comfort,
and every one of those wrinkles seem
to be bright wavelets of sunshine
chasing each other over the dear cid
face. She will leave you one of these
days. Those burdens, if not lifted
from her shoulders, will break her
down. Those rough, hard hands that
have done SO many unnecessary things
for you will be crossed upon her life
less breast. Those neglected lips that
gave you your first baby kiss will be
forever closed: and those sad, sad, tired
eyes will have opened in eternity, and
then il will be to late. There, there
don. cry; she has not left you yet.
She is down in the kitchen stringing
beans for dinner, and if you feel so
badly you might go down and finish
them, and let her change her dress
and rest an hour before dinner. And
after dinner you might do up the
dishes while she takes little nap.
Then you might take down her hair
and do 1t up for her. You need not
wind il over your fingers and fuss
to m axe spit-curls as she used to do
with yours, but give it a good brushing
aud wind it up gently and tenderly,
as if enjoyed doing it for her. The
young man down it the parlor can
wait until you have performed these
dutiaa -pack,a aun