The Lafayette gazette., 1894-01-13

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lady sister sat near by, her hand rest
ing on the head of the family dog
great, noble animal, that locke,
anxlously into the young mans face a.
though striving to fathom the meanins
or the strange solemnity. A younger
sister, nero child-stood near
Through the open door could be see,
the driver waitin No convey his nas
senger to the village
The boys face was a study II
| showed the keen regret he felt in leay-
| ing mother, friends and home There
| was no bravadc 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 1scc-it expressed high purpose and
firm resolution. 1t was hard for him,
To go like this; but once started he
woulc never turn bacl<-hc would ac-
complish what he set about, quietly
and determinedly. He was one of those
boys you trust instinctively. feeling
that a good mothers influence is strong
within him.
1t seemed SO real. one could almost
fancy hearing the parting words: "Iod
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
Pcaled to him strongly. for as he
looked his face took on a Retrospective
expression. The passing crowds were
unhecded. The time, tho place were
ahke forgotten. The memory of the
White City-of forty years of toll and
hardship that came bcfore-fadcd from
his memory like q dream when one
;a"al1ens- He forgot everything but a
little New Hampshire homestead and a
weeping mothers last farewell
Some one in passing brushed rudelv
against him. He started as one who is
ms SISTER. asked:>
49,
''Yes. It's; right purity
~ minds inc somehow of that day
left home. Don't it you, Alice?'
Eyes. it does.''
''Must be bout forty years ago, amt
it?''
Forty year. come next May
THAT chap there's just about nv are !
Then And you was the size Of that |
little girl, too. Queer, amt it? Alice, |
that day comes back SO clear I sec it ali |
mother tellin' me good-by, and father
Drlngin' the team round to the front
ioor, and you standin' there cryin'-all
50 plain!
'And ! member her last words, too
Henry. it breaks my heart to let you
90. but guess it's for the best Iknow
Toul IL always be man, and not do
vhat you'd be ashamed to tell father
md me about. won't you, my boy?'
THAT was forty year ago, and all
nat time that scene has stood out in
ny mind just as plain as if had a foty-
raj OF 1T there. Aud this pickcher
minds me of it powerful. Somehow it
rings it all back, and for awhile l
orter forgot and ina gined I was leav-
a home agin'.''
There were tears in Alicc's eyes,
hllc a sort of haze gathered on Uncle |
[cnrys old-fashion cd eyeglasses. and
G found it necessary to wipe them |
18th his handkerchief ,
Say he exclaimed, as though
sruclS by sudden idea, II wonder {
'ho made that chrome. If knew tho ,
ian I'd offer i'm two dollars to make :
e another jest like it. Yes I would" ,
persisted, in answer to an increslu- | {
us glance from his wife. ''I't high i
ckon, the way pickchers sell now Z
iys, but I'd be willin' to give it for t
lis. I'd like to have it in a nice black p
alnut frame hung over the organ in i;
e Parlor.'' =
ITS kind of purity, but 1 don't see \
'thing very wonderful about it, said I
S wife. :,
Course not! You wasn't there You <
dn't break no home e-ties like 1 did | +
ways liVeu cloSc TO your ma and pa b
l they died But tell you I know Il
wv it feels to leave good home and I,
e best mother in the world, and go =,
ay off where the bability is you'll A
yer see 'em ag'in. I know how a boy n
els about then. for I've been through b
G mill. Say, Flora, do you reckon if O.
III was to take paintin' lessons you IL
uld do such picl<chers as that?" ~
~ reckon so,' was the answer. r.
"Well. I'll tell ye what we'll do. is
hen we git back home, you may go n
that paintin' teacher and have 'cr =,
arm you to paint. But if / was you I 81
ouldnt pay no great attention to h,
akin sunfowcrs and cat-tails. If II
as a painter I'd make sonnet thin like
common folks like me
m understand and appreciate.
ouldn't waste two seconds drawin' )u
storks and posies nobody
ever secs CROWN. Maybe these are w
II well enough, and the reason can't
ppreciate 'cm is because amt up on Il
lch things. But what I do like. is a
like this-somethin' you can la
,olx at and study, and feel the better e
,r doin' it."-Walter Hall Jewett. in tn
hicago Graphic. -
Crushing the Clerk.
The hotel clerk who is flip may be
rize package to his employer, because 4,
ONE people love the easy familiarity II
which blooms without cultivation. and ",
hen again, some don't. One of those
Who doesn't recently walked up to the &c
lcsk of a hoStelry. -