Nevada County picayune., 1891-10-15
COUNTY ARKANSAS THURSDAY OCTOBER b. 1891

a middle-aged man was convicted of hOrse-stealng in regular court and sent to the penitentiary for long term. He was duly sentenced, and the Sheriff fixed q day upon which he should be taken to the State prIs- on. The day arrived and the official with string of conylcts hand-cuffcd together, was at the station waiting for the train.
 While the group sat in the depot, a little old woman in black, with a face in which the fingers of Sorrow had pinched great furrows, appeared at the door She looked at the string of prisoners intently, then q light of recognition came into her face. She stepped over to the group of unfort- unates and lald her hand on the arm of big, coarse fellow, with a heavy red mOustache. The man turned and looked at the httle old woman.
 Mother," he exclaimed. That was all. Big tears came into hls eyes. They did not stay there, but crowd ed one another out to chase down the rough face, red now with shame. They ran into the big moustache and off at the ends of it. Then he re- covered himself. The little woman was not crying-people sometimes get beyond that.
 What are-you- doing -here ;' the big man sobbed.
 II came, my son, said the little woman with the furrows in her face ito see yop off '
 "To-see me off - The man was dazcd.
 "Yes, Henry. When you were such little boy that you had never been out of the home yard alone l went to the gate with you the first day you ever went to the store by yourself. watched you the three blocks of the distance, until your chubby feet carried you into the Iit- tie country store that your father kept. Then when you were C and started for school, l went to the gate with you again, and told you how tc act in the school room. You went away on a visit when you were TO- and l went to the depot with you ana your uncle, then. And l kissed you good-by before the train started"
 How the tears were flowing from that big mans eyes.
 Yes ' and the little woman sigh ed bit, Then you got to be lG and wanted to go to St. Louis, IL was hard to part with you, but we did it-your father and land l went to the little depot with you again and kissed you again. You remember, don't you:"
 The other prisoners were interest ed now and the Sheriff himself was taking iu every word.
 Then you were married, Henry I went to see you bound by law and God to that dear, sweet Mary, whC is now"
 "Don't-don't-don't," almost shrieked the big man.
 Yes, = the little woman went on unhcedingly, and now you are go. ing away again, and l must kiss you The train is coming, Henry; kiss your old mother"
 The Sheriff had not moved Ordi- narily he would have told the man tc hurry on. But he waited now, Tn, ! big man bowed and tried to hide his manacled hands.
 kiss me, Henry" the old lady repeated. The head moved lower, and the big red moustache almost covered the little face with the fur rows in it. Then the gang started to the train.
 As the ears began to move out, the little woman stood on the plat form. She caught q glimpse of her big son through the car window. She waived a little black -bordered hand kerchief at him,
 Good by, Henry" she called out, feebly, and then, through force of the habit formed when she sent her little son to school, she murmered:
 "Bc-be a good boy" One of that gang of prisoners told me aftcrward that the httle scene in the depot was a greater punishment to each man there than his respec- tive term of imprisonment,
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