Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1898-01-01

he asked:
Loring. whose grave is this7"
You were calling her name Just
now"
my motherg"
Yes, Frank"
"oh, tell me all about Il. Lorfng.s
Come into the cottage first"
The boy obeyed. As he entered the
humble house where he had seen SO
many happy days, 1t appeared to him
mat he could hear his mothers voice
calling upon his name. He fancied
tnat ne could hear her footsteps cross
ing the apartment to meet him. But
she was not there. He entered the
room where the signal had usually
been placed, and gazed earnestly
around Everything appeared to be
just as ne had last seen it, and he could
not bring himself to believe that his
mother. who had embraced him at
parting only three months before. was
now sleeping in the cold grave.
he glanced toward the window. The
lamp was there. in its accustomed
place, but 1t was not burning. The
boy approached and gazed upon it.
Inc WICK was blackened and crisped,
showing that it had been lighted; but
tne oil was entirely exhausted. showing
now II had become extinguished. ST.
| ientiy the devoted son regarded this
evidence OF mothers remembrance
ana love. and then. turning to the
neighbor. he asked: "Loring, how long
mas my mother been dead?o
She was buried only yesterday"
Gould you not have kept her body
until Gamer"
No; we did just as your mother in
structed us to do"
How was that?"
For week before her death your
mother kept that light burning in the
window"
She expected my return?"
| Eyes"
We'll, go on"
rive days ago your mother called
me TO her side, and then asked me to
Dring her the light / did SO. She
gazed upon it. and smiled. Then she
told me to fill it afresh and trim and
light it. / did so, and she told me to
set 1t in the window"
Bless her-bless herr sobbed the
boy.
When had replaced the light, she
SAID: In an hour shall be no more.
should like to see my dear boy once
more, but fear / shall not be able to
DO So But keep the light burning In
the window until the oil is exhausted.
and it goes out OF itself. Then. and
not until then, place my body in the
grave. II my boy arrives. he will see
the light IL Ii be still burning. and will
hasten here. He will gaze upon my
pale, cold face. and read there the
words OF blessing / would speak. II
no light be burning, he win know that
MS mother is no more; and, bending
over my grave, he will weep and
mourn my loss. But tell him am not
lost. Tell him to look up to the blue
arch above him, and in heavens win
dow he will see the light which his
mother placed there, burning brightly.
signal and beacon for him. Say
ing this, she died"
And you did as she requested?Y
Yes; the grave was made in tbe
grove yonder. At sunset yesterday the
lamp went out. and we then placed her
poor body to rest"
Frank Ludlow did not sleep that
night, but set himself to work to beau
tify and ornament the spot where silent
that dear clay. When morning dawn
ed. the fresh, green sod covered the
mound, and flowers had been planted
upon it. This done, with a heavy
heart, the lad set out to rejoin his
ship.
When he entered,the cabin, the cap
tain asked:
Well. Frank, was the absence Of
the light explasaed?"
yes, SIR"
why, WIS it not burning?"
II has been transferred, sir. to one
OF the windows of heaven. / shall only
see it when | have made my last vow
age across the dark river of death"
Frank set about his duties with an
parent cheerfulness; but it was evident
that he was heart-broken.
The ship was again upon its return
voyage from New Orleans. It was on
posite the point where stood the lone
ly cottage and where slept the mothers
clay. The entire ships officers and
crew surrounded the couch of The DIV.
ing boy. He asked:
Captain, are we not near the cot
tage?"
eYes. Frank?"
But can you see the light burning?"
1T is not burning there, Frank"
But il is burning up yonder, for
can see it,
The brave boy did not speak again.
He smiled, and his spirit passed
quickly away.
Did he not see the light his mother
had placed in the window of his heay-
emily home, even before he had reached
it?