Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-07-19

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 tured and wrung by a pain moro - T, 10 'or than can ever be imparted ia tha J'o,e
 And as we sat thus in her cos,, 1s1, parlor conversing on one tbinn a ,e'is other, carriage drawn by one oId ,s'l0 all drew slowly up to the front gate Io1s ar With {. httle exclamation Of l,,e.s,,. Mrs. Mckinley cried out: "0b +hns
 mother! am so glad. I wan4 =
 you meet her. Then short man ,s tl nsls headed, with a smooth face and -, brows jumped down the piazza staas and ran along the path leading to o't q gate, with lack of dignity which or hardly expects in a presidential caaaA date; but when saw the sonaher I,las, robed figure step slowly from tbo riage and saw this man tenda,l.- ',
 the wrinkled old face that was held to him, and then saw him take ono
 the old lady's arms within his on and lead her to the house. I ins+oa4,4 forgave the lack of dignity. for l,ae that it was a son greeting his n,o4L The dear old lady was Mother McKinle1 S6 years old, with silvery white be3. which mirrors the suns of many VI, ters, surprisingly vigorous and actiy. for such an age, with eyes dipp,o E to be sure, but which smile at von Vi l1indliness and good cheer. The ola lady seemed to have but one thouobt k life, and that thought centered abo,, her distinguished son. She beams nna. him at all times, When he is naa, ;t seems impossible for her to rafro; ;r from reaching out one of her witborax old hands to take one of his firm onas within her grasp, and if he is not near enough for her to make this maniaesta1 tion of pride and love, the old eyes follow him as he moves about the room an8 seem to say: ..This is my boy.o
 She--this fond old mother-still ealIS him her dear boy; in fact, when sbe thinks no one hears, she calls him "Wi1- lie" Strange and incongruous it seen,s to the stranger to hear this man ladan with honors and with great destin 4' perhaps, before him called by the nursery name of Willie" And vet hc smiles and seems pleased when she so addresses him. On this particular morning when Mother Mckinley made her daily call at her sons house. tbc major escorted her into the little par. Tor wherein we were seated, and brought up an old-fashioned armchair for her occupancy; then, after presss ing her hand, he left us to return ta his secretary and library, and after the formal introductions were over. the oId lady turned to her daughter-in-law and said: "Is there anything new to-daN IdaPe And the majors wife smiled iI reply and said: Nothing that you or could understand, mother"
 Then for half an hour or more thev talked about neighborly affairs, such as the humblest and least conspicuous women in the land might talk about. not once broaching the subject of polf ties or the possible fulffilment of tle ambitions of the man who is no near and dear to them. Only once did veils ture to intrHde my presence in any way other than to reply to simple questions put to me, and that was waen 1 said. addressing the mother: "You must be proud of your son, Mrs. Mckinley" ana she turned to me, smiling somewhat tremulously,. I thought, and said, in 2 low voice: 'sI have always been proud ot him." A little later tea and light re: treatments were served to us, and as the dying sun was reddening the vest ern sky bade this proud mother and this loving wife good-by, and, as walked slowly away toward the broad plaza in the heart of the town, said to myself that if fortune should so wiA it that Maj. Mckinley become the next president of the United States, the white house would have as it's mistress woman who would be ill all womanly traits of gentleness, patience and faitns fulness in very truth the first lady q the land.
 LILLIAN wIcKHAM.