Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1894-05-20
LOVE " a cnAynr.np.

when aottly tHe Watcntfh shAll rN3 +,
lie IL dead. noated gently In lqwu
current on the breeze
Then a pause. followed by low
moaning cry OF a young girl. standing
before the coffin OF her mother.
"oh. gentle motherl Oh. tender, Tor
giving mothcrl Gone. gone forever
Even the curious rabble OF bystnnd-
ere lifted their hats as n by instinct,
when that mother, followed by nus
band and daughter, was borne 10 the
hearsc. Even the horses that we're car.
rylng the dead seemed 10Th To fulhll
their duty and Weighed ana stepped
with glow movement and lowering
heads
The last word is uttered. the coffin Is
lowered earth falls upon the covering
OF the precious one. sod finally covers
the fair form Of the most patient OF
wives and the truest Of mothers.
Amy secs II not She sighB heavily.
when she feels her arm shaken iougly
She turns TO meet the angry eyes OF hei
father.
Amy Donaldson hush your cries
I'll soon furnish you with another
mother! Ho, lIo'' In scornful tone.
"she shall be young and pretty. too"
"Oh, father. father you never Loved
mammal oh, my darling motherl
Amy loves sou. ldollzes you sweetest
OF angels" Raaped the girl. In sobe.
but, father, look The lilies are st'll
fair and fresh on her grave Have PITY
O, have PITY Do not, do not STAB me
SOL
Donaldson, as nearly ashamed ~ he
could be, Erumbled aud took her 10 tht
waiting carriage. which bore her to a
desolatc home.
Two years have passed. Young Mrs.
Donaldson. MS charming little hypo'
critic AZ the world has ever produced,
has relgned aupremely FOR nearly mat
l.. L. oh - af.lf ANal ~
husband her nbject slave, ana Amy
well Amy In beyond her notice. Mrs.
Donaldson Ia mute In her presence, and
Amy volunteers no remarks, but
simply eXiftg.
To-day IN her black habit. with a
number OF wreaths woven BY her 10y.
ing hands, with her stately form and
sad, blue eyes, she starts for her daily
visit to the lonely ohurchynrd.
No weeds grow on that grave. but,
instead. II is mass Of white buds and
rare flowers.
Amy ia sadder than usual ON this,
the Anniversary OF her mothers death
She Kissed the marble slab, then
sadly sings
II would not live Away,
| care not TO stay
Where storm after storm
Risen dark DER the way"
The girls voice dies In wall. her
IlhINf HAhhth NHhnNAANulAANNN lA'H bA'
becomes cHlmer.
"Oh. mother! Who but the mother
less can sympnthlze with mel Oh, the
grief the sorrow OF the mothcrless
BARN, whore shall | goY oh, mother
guide mc''
Amy Amy darling, you must not
gricVe no. II II sinful SAID low
manly voice at her side, Come to me
for Hyupathyi You know | love you
The Girl looked round
you, Stanley. your
Eyes, dearest are you Sorry
NO, Kind heart"
"Thcn you love me. ANY," said the
young man. In low tones.
with NIL there Is left OF my poor
decorated heart"
"Thauk you, dear ask for no more
at present, Time viii reap the rest
Sing stanley. sing! sing Then
softly the Watchers, snld Amy ~
that young man held his love In hit
arms and kissed the white brow.
The young man sanH, though his
voice shook with emotion, nor aid he mt
tempt TO check the now Of tears OF tn,
trembling glrl ut his sidc.
Come" said he, gently, az he led hci
to her horse
They rode home, happy In a Tranquil
manner
When they reached the gate STANLEY
brown noticed that Amy's face loolte'
| troubled.
what IN 1t, dnrllng?" he whispered
"Oh. Stanley grant me thia rouueat
that | may wed 1T my mothers grave.
Amy, be not troubled your wish Z
| granted"
50. Ia u few months Amy Donaldson
was made Amy Brown, and az the las
words were pronounced beRutifu
white dove percned Itself on the toni
| Of the sAinted one,
"Scc stanley. that " token q
mothers hlcsainE." said Amy. us, witt
Hhlning eyes, she looked up into I'll
fond ones bent upon her,