Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1896-06-17
"MOTHERING DAYS"

DA1S'
Lois Adams was thinking, She was
darnlng stockings, too, but that was a
secondary consideration, and she was
thinking not at all about the stockings.
Last Saturday the DoSomethings had
met rs a book club for the last time.
1t was the old story; q Chatauqua club
had been formed among the young
folks. Although the four girls were
glad enough that the new club had
been organized, yet what could the Do
Something Club do now? There had
been an animated discussion. All the
clubs they had ever read or heard or
dreamed Of, from political clubs to
cooking clubs, had been proposed, dis
cussed and thrown aside as unsuited to
their needs and tastes.
A cloud of Encouragement settled
down on the four girls when Esther
Miller sighingly said, II see no other
way but to change our name and be
come the Do Nothings; in other words,
dissolve our beloved club"
The cloud was threatening to bring
ear drops when Lois Adams came to
the rescue, as she often did in emer.
gencies.
Girls" she exclaimed, "let US do
something OIL perish in the attempt. l
say, let us think, think, think, for the
next seven days. Think of something
new-new to us. Something we shall
evolve from our own inner conscious.
ness as they say. Let us think as for
our lives"
This outburst quite took the three
listeners breath away as we'll as theii
tears.
Thus what the Do. Something's should
do was the object of Lois Adams med.
i~tatious as she kept on darning. Lois
was on the third pair Of stockings and
there we're only seven more, when Ted
NoiN INV II VI "llh an I'LL u
of scrap books and books of poetry.
HELLO, sister. You're the one I'm
after. Mammals ever 80 busy, and she
said you'd do it. A piece to speak, you
know; eau t tell whatll suit me. Cam
: stop. Boys are waiting for me-" Their
he threw the books down by her chail
and was off with the same rush with
which he had come. IN thank vol
after you've found the desired article,
he clled back from half way dowr
stairs. Lois smiled, and decided t,
finish her work before looking for tn,
piece; but she stopped to pick up
scrap that had fallen from one of tn,
books. 1t was newspaper slip Gu
several years ago.
Unjust have dropped from mother
book" said Lois. II don't remembe
seeing it before" 1t was a paragraph
about "Mothering Sundy-an ancien
custom of adult children who had leG
their homes, returning annually to pa,
their homage of respect and affection
to their mothers y
After she read it, Lois replaced it il
the book, and resumed her darnin.
with something to think about Tn
holes were large-there were fou
Adams boys-but Lois was grateful
that they were so large. She had some
thing to think of now, SO the more hole
the merrier. when you once &c
started on the right track" she ha
contided TO a friend, nothing goes g
well together as thinking and darn
ing.n
The long, bright needle went in an,
out and back and forth, while Lois
thoughts went somewhat in this wise
1t does seem time that W. were dc
ing something special for our mothers
They have been working foi us. an
giving us more than half of all on
pleasures all our lives. Why shouldn
we turn around and think up nice, de
lightful surprises for them? To be sur,
for the last ten years we have helpe
our mothers more or less, and tried
be dutiful, lovable daughters. But
mean, it's high time that we are dom
something not quite so indefinite.
children have one day in the year cal
ed theirs, mothers ought to have twely
days at least. I'm going to tell Ii
girls and we'll put our heads togetht
and think it all out. 'Mothering DAYS
Yes, that's what we shall call then
Every month we shall give our deares
dear mothers q treat. Oh, won't it SUI
prise then, and how jolly it will be-
AT this point Lois became so enthus
astic that she clasp her hands togethe