Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1895-03-14


woman is admitted TO the floor"
"tie must be here, she said. and her
eyes Travelled everywhere They were
large, strong ewes, and they seemed
70 batlle even the sunshine rs they
searched the faces TINT were turned
fire. He looked like a very Young
ayeaSfng angel.
DO not touch her he cried, point
itg with his brown finger. "She IL my
motheri"
lie ran to her then, ANA flung him
self into her arms He tore away the
wet bonnet from her lpair Her merry
laughter Went through the white cham
Der.
i aan very sorry" s.se said simply.
turning to the senators IT was
plty 70 trouble you hut and her eyes
flew hlithly around the room II had
been looking for Bobby all day In the
rain" ANA taking Bobby's hand, she
vanished
The white hatred Old senator rose.
Il move that we adjourn" No said,
with deep resonance tout Of respect
for Bobby and his mother"
MrS Cranberry paid Bobby a long
yiSs, Marvel spent his afternoon with
them, and they went everywhere. She
mas very picturesque in her print
dress, and her white bonnet. with
taken curls heneath Sometimes. IN
the dimness Of a great church. Mar
vel Nund himself wondering how he
could ever have Thought that her
beauty lacked fiber, Under the purple
and citnIson limits Of the STAINED glass,
there was something almost mystical
in her fairness. The hardness OF her
lot had wrought little hollows In her
pink checks, and left shadows about
her ewes; but the curtis made her hook
wonderfully IKE child, aud h.g
bright smiles kept slipping over her
delicate mouth.
AZ last the train rolled away that
carried her beyond the mountains.
Bobby consoled himself with the
Thought that winter would soon be
over, and he and Marvel would so
ont to the farm for the summer. At
Christmas, he sent his mother d laycn.
der shawl, to wear 10 church. with
the hope that her cold was well. He
told her the pretty things people said
o. her, finishing with the warm as
surname, Il love You. And | am not
the only one Mr.. Marvel loves you
too
1t wis the coolest Christmas Bobby
had over known. The mails were late,
and the wires were frozen Among
Marvel's belatcd letters, there came a
note 10 Bobby:
'My dear son:
"Yonr mother died hast Thursday.
'Twan't no use TO telegraph We
buried her Saturday Don't come
home: there Us nothing You can do,
Bobby. Your father,
Dick Cranberry"
Marvel was mt the window, looking
out into the street, AS Bobby read his
letter.
''Some little boys are smewhnling
each other on Maryland avenue he
observed. turning around. I'm the
name of God, Bobby, what is the mat
terT'
'My mother iS dead, Mr.. Marvel
he said softly. ''She has been dead a
long time. She died Thursday Thurs
day Friday. Saturday, Sunday, Mon
day Tuesday he counted on ihs fin
gers "Mr Marvel, my mother has been
dead six days"
Marvel took his pipe from his Fps.
and the sparks IN 1t rolled out and
burned his scarlet dressing gown He
sat down quietly In his big arm chair.
"Come here, Bobby"
Bobby rose AMI walked 10 him.
"Your mother rs dead. Bobby" he
began, with deep ticmor In his
tones "My mother " dead too, and
I know what you feel know all
the things which you cannot possibly
tell me" He ran his fingers through
Bobby's hair, and played with one Of
his curtis. SHY mother was not 50
young as your mother, when she died
was moi as Young as you, either, but
needed her then as much as yolI
need Your bealinful Ms sner now. 4
was not good IKE yon. Biiiby | was
a man Of the world | cost my mother
heartaclles II seems that she died
that might learn to live. At her
grave. gave my energies 70 my liy-
Ing. IN remembrance Of the dcid. She
loved churches, Hike your mother, and
built a church no her mcmory-a
littie chapel where the ragtags aud
b0btalls could come In Their torn
trousers and pinaforcs.
"You are goingto build n church Ike
that now Bubbv-5T will write the
check hi vi moment q litHle gray stone
church among the hills The doors VIII
be Wide enough 10 let In the biggest
sinner, and the windows Will be open.
that the birds may flash In n they
will The belI in the steenln viii offer
It's iGfthc if1vltafion, and the gold cross
win lift it's arms bravelv 10 heaven.
Your little sisters shall trim the marble
altar with flowers. and IN atinmer
Mrs C'herfdneton and Mrs Earle win
sing there. Who knows he murfnur-
r.