The Red Cloud chief., 1894-01-26

'liUi EIIt, utr.S mot. ry' Sna
sometimes feels wca'i,d lv the Owes.
ton, for they MI ask it and keen askips
II all The time. She il not only tho
INST to hear every caro- ol p-rpl,y,;y.
but she is tie Judge in every court of
domestic appeal. That is what puts
the rrcrnatnre wrinkles OH su many ma.
ternal faces and powders white so many
maternal hctds. Won see, i. ia a
question that Keeps on for all tho wears
OF childhood. It comes from the uur.
sery, ana from the evening stand wherc
the boys and girls are learning their
school lesson. and from the starting ont
IN the morning, when the tippct ar hat
or STATE or book or ovcishue is lost, I'M
til at night. all out of breath, the young.
STEERS come i'll and shout until YOU can
near them from cellar to garnet and
IRON front door 10 the back fence o! the
back yard, where's mother" In
decd Il child's life is so full of that
question that !. he be taken away one
OF the things that the mother most
misses and the silence that most up-
presses her is the absence of that qucS-
ton. which she will never hear on earth
again, except she hears il i'm a dream
winch sometimes restores the nursery
lust as 1t was, and then the voice comes
back 50 natural, and so sweet, ard SO in
noccnt, and 50 inquifing that the dream
breaks at the words, Where's mother"
If that question were put TO mut Of
us this morning. we would have to say,
If We spoke truthfully, like Siara's
mother, she is ut the palace window.
she has become n queen unto God for
ever, and she is pulling back the rich
folds of the kings upholstery TO look
down at us. We are not told the par
ticulars about the residence of Sis
CIR. mother, but there is in that scene
III the book of Judges so much about
embroideries and ncedlcwork and ladies
in waiting that we know her residence
must have been princely and palatial.
80 we have no minute and particular
description of the palace ut WHOSE win
dow our glorified mother sits. but there
is 50 much in the closing chapters of
the good old book about crowns and
pearls big enough to make Il gate ont of
n of them, new songs and marriage
suppers, and harps, and white horses
with kings in tho stirrups, and golden
candlCsticks that we know the heaven
ly residence of our mother is superb. is
unique, is c~olonnaded, is domed, is en-
powered, is fountained, is glorifed lc-
You'd the power of pencil or pen or
tongue to present, and in tho window of
that palace the mother sits watching
for news from the battle. What a con-
trast between that celestial surrounding
and her once earthly surroundings!
What n work TO bring up n family. in
the old time way, with but little or no
hired help. except perhaps for the wash
ing day or for the swine slaughtering,
commonly called tho killing day"
OLD FASHIONED MOTHERS.
There was then no reading of elabo-
rate trcatiscs on the best modes Of rear
ing children, and then leaving it all to
hired help, with II or two visits a day
to the nursery TO see if the principles
announced are being carried out. The
most of those old folks did the sewing,
the washing, the mending. the darn
ing, the patching, the millinery, tho
mantua making, the housekeeping, and
in hurried harvest time helped spread
the hay or tread down the load in tho
now. They were at the same time ca
~terers, %taiiOrs, doctors, chaplains and
nurses for Il whole household all togeth-
er down with measles or scarlet fever,
or round the house with whooping
coughs ana groups and runround fin
gers and carachcs and all the infantilo
d~istempcrs which ut some time swoop
upon every large household. Some of
those mothers never got rested in this
world. Instead of the self rocking Graz
dies Of our day, which, wound mp. will
go hour after hour for the solaco of tho
young sluinberer, it was weary foot on
the rocker sometimes half tho day or
half the night rock-rocli rock
rock. Instead of our drug stores filed
with all the wonders of materia med
lea and called up through n telephone,
with them the only apothecary short Of
four miles ride was the garnet, with
its lunches Of peppermint and penny
royal and catnip and mustard and cam
Ollllle nONtrS, WHICH were tNpcCttu 10
do everything. Just think Of it! Fifty
years Of preparing breakfast, dinner
and supper. The chief music they
heard wa that of spinning wheel and
rocking chair. Tagged ont, headachy
and with ankles swollen. Those old
fashioned mothers--if any persons ever
fitted appropriately into n good, easy,
comfortable heaven, they We're the
folks, and they got there, and they are
rested. They wear no %spectacles, for
they have their third sight-as they
lived long enough on earth TO get their
second sight-and they do not have to
pant for breath after going up the en-
erald stairs of tho Eternal palace, at
whose window they now sit waiting for
news from the battle.
But if any n keeps on asking the
question where's mother!' | answer,
She is in your present character. Tho
probability is that your physical fea-
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