The DeLamar nugget. [volume] (DeLamar, Idaho) 1891-1900, 1893-11-04

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billions and death-despairs strangely
mingled, and not noting the silence in
the rooms below until the sun was near
setting Then Matilda's voice was call
| ing through the house and the mother
awoke from her reveries and went down
stairs
Where are the children?" demanded
Matilda, sharply.
Nov, declar / dunno!' confessed
her mother shamefacedlv.
We'll, mother. 1t does seem to me,
as much as do for you, you might look
after them better. It's all you've got
to do. There's no telling what mischief
they're in!''
And again the old lady went to- her
room in silence and with burning,
cheeks. When they called her to sup
per she said she was not hungry, and.
as Lucy and George were in dire dis
grace and sent to bed supperless, Ma
tilda and her husband ate alones
Mother always did have such a. disa-
greeable temper-stubborn and snllsy.,
If she had been milder with father
they would have lived more like other
people," said Matilda, indifferently,.
when explaining the cause of her moth
er's absence.
81 wouldn't keer so much" the old
lady was sobbing to herself upstairs,
''if only pap he'd sent me some little
word that he wanted to see me Chill
dren's most alters ungrateful any ways,
specially them that's he'd the most
done fur 'em, an I've wor ked my life
out for mine.
But wouidnta had EN- if it hadn't,
a been for love of pap, an don't think
he'd ort to forgit me now!"
Down in the city the warm spring
days awoke new restIessness in old
Mr.. Fame His daughter Jane was as,
kind to him as kind daughter could
be. Her children were taught to adj
dress him respectfully and to wait on
his every wish because he was their
grandparent. But the warm sunshine
called up visions of the country home
where the grass would be just deepen
ing into green again and the maple
boughs bursting with buds
He had always had lettuce bed just
at this time. And the spring
longings recalled the days of youth and
the little children who had played
a bout him as he weeded and hoed in
his garden, and the busy mother often
taking time from her own work to help
him. But she had always scolded so
much, he muttered defantly to himself,
and was ever so determined to have
her own way. Then twinge of con-
science told him her way had generally
been the best, for she was clearer
sighted than he, and he picked up his
cane and hobbled away to the park in
'unny sort of little dudgeon- Then as
he sat in the park he thought of Henry
ind tears came to his eyes in spite of
lin.
He's mighty fond of his mother-anr
'he was good mother, too; I'll say
hat for her anyways Henry was q.
inc boy. He'd a-been the finest we got.
he'd a-lived, for he seemed to hev
more sense an good-heartedness, some
ways. don't know as l blame her,
.fter all, for bein' so bound to hev him
% to college,"
And, the barrier of stubborn reproach
nee loosened, some way everything
egan to look different and when he.
obbled back to the house the old gen
leman was very heart-sick to see the
yife he had treated so brusquely the
asst many years.
He went straight to his old satchel
nd took out well-cared-f for book, but
ne OF an old binding and print It
'as Latin grammar, and had been.
Is secret and most carefully -preserved
'easure for over thirty years.
AS the mother had gone to the grave
her most ardent ambitions SO he
DIV turned the pages OF his boys
BOX, one word of which he could not
aderstand, but could only regard with
We. Then he came to page on the
argin of which was much fine writing
elegant script. 1t was not hard for
m to read, little book learning as he
I'd.
"Mother-dear mother Wife and,
other, mans truest friends-guardian
lgels in death. Mother-sweetheart
wife-Edith
HE must a-been in love with some
dy himself" unused the old father,
nut he didn't forgit his mother, Meth.
She was my sweetheart onctl,
Before grandfather went to sleep
at night he had formed fresh deter
nation.
Jennie" he said to his daughter in
morning, 'you know the Barlsin
Itage up to the Crossings? Well, I'm
in up and see if can't rent it.
ley's o nice garden patch with it, and
int too late yet to put in garden
III. an'-an'-don'ty we think mother'd
willin' fur to cook fur me-"
Yes, father; you know she always
IDS you her respects" There were
RS IN James eyes, despite the smile
her lips
An I'm pretty sure could make,
'ugh with the garden fur her an me,
you children could help US. Idon't,