The Red Cloud chief., 1894-01-26

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otis ut the window watching for vain.
GLORIOUS triumph Of millinery aud iuo
colors and domestic pagcantry will att
er awhile hear rs bad news from her
children out in the 5dttio uf life as Sis-
era's mother heard from the struggle at
Esdraclou.
Az Ar~oSTROrrE To MOTHERS.
But If you still press the question,
where's mother" | will tell YOU
where she IL net, though oncc she was
there. Some Of you started with her
likeness in your face and her principles
in your soul. But You have cast her
ont. That was an awful thing for you
to do. but you have donci it. That hard.
grinding, dissipatod look you never got
from her. If you had seen any ono
strike her, you would have struck him
down without much care whether tho
blow was just sufficient or fatal: but,
my boy, You have struck her down
struck her innocence from your face and
struck her principles from your soul.
You struck her downl Tho tent pin
thrt Jacl drCvo three times into the
skull of Siscra was not so cruel IA tho
stab you have made moro than three
times through your mothers heart. But
she IL waiting yet, for mothers are slow
TO give up their boys-widting at some
window, it may 10 u window on earth
or at some window in heaven. All 9TH
cr5 may cast you off. Your wife may
seek divorce and have no moro patience
with you. Your father may disinlsrit
| you and say. Let him mover agiin
darkcn the door OF " house" But
there are two persons who do not give
you up-God and mother.
How many disappointed mothers
waiting mt the window, Perhaps the
panes of the window AFRO not great glass
plate, bowel edged and lowered ovor by
exquisite l~amhroquin, but the window
is made of small pancs, l would say
about six or eight of them, in summer
wrcathcd with trailing vino and in
winter pictured by the Raphauls of the
forest, u real country window. Tho
mother sits there knitting, OF busy with
her needle on homely repairs, when sho
looks up and sees coming across tho
bridge Of the meadow brook a stranger,
who dismounts in front of the window.
io lifts and drops tho heavy khockcr Of
tho farmhouse door. Come in!" is the
response. He gives his namo and says,
Il have come on a sad orrand." There
IL nothing tho matter with my son
i'll the city, is thcre?" she asks. "Yes."
he says. "Your son got into mn unfor-
tunatc encounter with a young man in
IA liquor saloon last night and is badly
hurt. The fact is he cannot got we'll.
! hate TO tell you all. ! am sorry to
say he is dead" 'Dcad!' she cries as
she totters bark. "Oh, my son' my
son! my son! Would God | had died
for thte!" That is tho ending Of all
her cares and anxietics and good coun.
sells for that boy. That is her pay for
her self sacrifices in his behalf. That 10
the bad news from the battle. So the
tidings of dcrelict or Christian sons trav-
ell to tho windows of earth or the win
dows OF heaven Mt which mothers sit.
But" says some one, ARE you not
mistaken about my glorificd mother
hearing Of my ovildoings since sho
went away" Says some one else, "Are
You not mistaken about my glorifed
mother hearing of my self sacrifice and
moral bravery and struggle to do
right No! Heaven and earth are in
constant communication. TheIc are
trains running every five minutes
trains of immortals ascending and de-
scending-spirits going from earth to
heaven to live there. Spirits descend
ing from heaven to earth to minister
and help. They hear from us many
times every day. Do they hear good
news or bad news from this battle, this
Sedan, this Thermopylp, this Austen
htz, III which ovory one of us is fight
ing on the right side OF tho wrong side.
o God, whose l am, and whom l am
trying to serve, as u result of this SER
mon, roll over on all mothers n new
sense of their responsibility, and upon
all children, whether still in the nur-
sery or out on the tremendous Esdraelon
OF middle life or old age, the fact that
their victories or defeats sound clear
out, clear up to the windows Of sympa-
thctic maternity. On, is not this the
minute when tho cloud of blessing
nllcd with tho exhaled tears of anxious
mothers shall burst in showers of mercy
on this audioncep
There is II thought that is almost
too tender for utterancc. | almost fear
to start it lest | have not enough on
troll Of my emotion to conclude it. AS
when we Were children we so often
came in from play or from a hurt or
from some childish injustice practiced
upon us, and ~ soon as the door was
opened we cried, Where's MOTHER"
and she said, Here ! am" and we
buried Jul weeping faces in her lap. 70
after awhile, when we get through with
the pleasures and hurts of this life, we
will, by the %pardoning mercy Of Christ,
cntm tho heavenly home, and among
the first questions, not tho first, but
among the first, will be the old question
that we used TO ask, the question that
is being asked in thousands Of places
at this very moment - the question,