The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-12-29
EBENsBURG. PA FRIDAY JANUARY 5. 1894

anSiously into the young mans face as
though striving to fathom the meaning
of the strange solemnity. a younger
sister-a mere child-stooa near
the driver waiting TO convey his pas
senger to the village
The boys face was study. 1t
showed the keen regret he felt in leav-
ing mother, friends and home. There
was no bravado or assumed careless
ness in it One felt that tears Were al
most ready to start-probably would
when the excitement of separation was
over. But there was no weakness in
the FACET expressed high purpose and
firm resolution. 1t was hard for him
IL go like this; but once started he
would never turn back-he would ae-
complish what he set about. quietly
and dcterminedIy. He was one of those
boys you trust instinctiveiy, feeling
that good mothers influence is strong
within him.
1t seemed so real. one could almost
fancy hearing the parting words: God
bless you, my boy. Be true to your
self, and do not forget your home and
mother
Uncle Henry regarded the picture for
some time in silence. 1t evidently APP
pealed to him strongly. for as he
looked his face took on a retrospective
expression The passing crowds We're
unheeded The. time, the place were
alike forgotten The memory of the
White City-of forty years of toll and
hardship thatcame before faded from
his nleHlary like a dream when one
awakcns He forgot everything but
little New Hampshire homestead and a
weeping mothers last farewelL-
Some one in passing brushed rudcly
against him. lie started as one who is
aroused from siumber; then turning to
mis- sister. asked:
Mighty purity riel1cher, amt it,
Alice2"
YES, tits; right purity
1T minds me somehow of that day 1
left home. Don't it you, Alice?"
Yes, it does
Must be bout forty years ago, amt
Forty year. come next May"
That chap there's just about my age
then. And You was the size of that
little girl, too Queer. amt it? Alice.
that day comes back SO clear l see it all
mother tellin' me good-by, and father.
bringin' the team round TO the front
door, and you standin' there cryin'-alt
So plant
And 'r,1i.r1ai-7r ner last words. too
-sIi-stry-. isbreni1s my heart to let you
go, bnt guess it's for the best know
You'll always be man. and not do
what you'd be ashamed to tel father
and me about, won't yon, my boy?'
That was forty year ago. aad all
that time that scene has stool out in
mylnind just IS plain as if had foty-
graf of il there Anf this pjclschcr
minds me OF n power-Il Somehow 1t
brings it all back, and FOR awhile l
sortcr forgot and ina gined l was leav-
in home agin'."
There were tears in Alicc's eyes.
while a sort of haas gathered on Uncle
IIeury's oid-fashion ed eye-gIa sses, and
he found il necessary 10 wipe them
with his handkerchief
''SIy." he exclaimed, as though
struck 10y sudden idea, II wonder
xho made that chrome II | knew the
man I'd offer i'm two dollars to make
me another jest like it Yes l would,"
he persisted, in answer 10 an incredu-
lous glance from his wife. ut high.
reckon, the way piclSchers sell now
days, but I'd be willin' to give it for
this. I'd like to have it in nice black
walnut frame hung over the organ IN
the parlor.
Its kind of purity, but don't see
nothing very wonderful about it," said
his wife.
Course noti You wasn't there. You
didn't break no home-ties like i did
Always lived close TO your Iaa and pa
till they died. But | tell You l know
how it feels 10 leave a good home and
the best mother in the world, and go
way off where the probability is you'll
never see 'em ag'iu. | know how boy
feels about then. for I've been through
the mill. Say, Flora, do you reckon II
You was to take paintin' lessons you
could do such picllchcrs as that?"
Il reckon SO, was the answer.
''Well. I'll tell yc what wei do.
When we git back home, you may go
To that paintin' teacher and have 'er
learn you 70 paint But if | was you
wouldn't pay no grea- attention to
maxim sunilowers and cat-taiis If /
was n painter I'd make sornethin' like
that-somethin' common folks like me
can understand and appreciate /
wouldn't waste two seconds drawin'
long-lcgged storlls and posies nobody
never secs CROWN. Maybe these arr
all Wei enough, and the reason l can't
appreciate 'em is because | amt up on
such things. But what / do like is Il
pickcher like this-Someth n you can
look at and study, and feel the better
for doin' it."-Walter Hall Jewett. in
Chicago Graphic.