Iron County register., 1899-09-07

| / realized that / had left tha greater.
hero at home to fight silent battle
against her anxiety and dread. At last
/ was wounded and sent to a naval hos
| pital. My courage was gone, and /
was quite ready to give up the strrg-
| gle and die. But she came to me, and,
| though she was overwhelmed with
grief, she thought only of my honor,
and she sustained me through all that
trial and brought me out of it, praise
| God, a better man. Boy, tell you now,
from the experience of 80 years. that
men are weak, impatient, cross, un-
heroic, and that nearly every one of
them owes his so-called greatness to
the far higher nobility of some dear
woman, whose bravery and faith have
made him all that he is"
| Stephana turned away and walked
| thoughtfully down toward the beach.
When she reached it the waves were
still singing on the sand, the barge lay
| at the landing place, and the great
| battleship's brasswork glittered like
| polished gold in the sunlight. But
Stephana thought only of the noble
woman whose face she had never seen,
but whose life had glorifed her home
and her husband and laid up for her
| treasures in heaven.
Somehow" she reflected, ''these men
all seem to think they owe great deal
to US women. Oh, L forgot! I'm boy
now"
She smiled as she climbed up the
cliff again and set out along the high
way once more. In good time she came
to another fine mansion, and saw the
porter sitting at the gates.
And who lives in this fine place?"
she asked.
The famous Gen. Power" answered
the porter, as if proud to serve so not
able master.
Stephana entered the gate and passed
up the handsome drive that led toward
the house. On the veranda she saw
noble-looking man, who, she had no
doubt, was the general. So she went
up and saluted him with much respect,
so that he smiled and asked her to enter
the house.
What do you seek?" he asked.
knowledge of your great Deeds"
she said.
oh said he, 'I never did any. My
men did them all. But l will show you
my house"
So saying, lie led Stephana into a
great hall, where there were many
chairs and large table, and fine pic
lures upon the walls.
This is the banqueting hall" he
said.
''And yonder beautiful chair with the
siiken cushions is your chair?" she
said.
No. he answered briefly, that il
my mothers chair. ! sit on this
And he pointed to plain wooden
seat. Next he led her into a magnifi-
cent drawing room, where refined taste
contributed wholly to comfort.
This is my mothers parlor,' he said.
briefly.
They passed now into a beautiful
apartment of glass, filled with the
rarest plants and most exquisite flow
erS.
This is my mothers conservatory"
he said.
The general mounted a marble stair
way. followed by the wondering Steph-
ana. and threw open the door of a room
which was the embodiment of comfort
and peace.
This is my mothers sitting room,'
said the general.
"But," said Stephana, timidly. Il
should like to see your own rooms
The general led her up another flight
of stairs and showed her a severely
plain little room, in which an iron bed
stead and many books were the chief
objects that met the eye.
THAT is my room," said the general,
briefly, turning away and leading
Stephana down the stairs again. At
their foot he paused and said:
Il shall now take you to my mothers
boudoir. where you will see her"
Mother" said the general, here is
boy. who has set out on his travels,
and who has come to learn about my
great deeds. l have shown him my
best
Stephana looked up in wonder and
said:
You have shown me only splendid
home, which you seem to have made all
for your mother"
And that is the best deed l ever
did, replied the general, warmly; for
| can never do enough for the mother
who gave up all her young life to teach
ing me how to be a man"
But said the wonderful old lady
in a sweet voice, "a good son is a
mothers glory
But a good mother is a sons life"
said the general. And, after mo-
ment's pause, he added:
My boy, women are the mothers Of
men, and, therefore, they are greater,
nohIer and more beautiful than men,
who owe to them all that they are. In
all ages men have sung the praises of
women, and in the world to come they
will hymn the honor of their mothers
before the throne of Him who 6oeth all
things we'll.
The generals voice became round and
solemn as he spoke the last words. and
Stephara passed out of the room. leav-
ing him kneeling beside his mother as
he must have done in boyhood. Steph-
ana soon found herself once more on
the highway, and now she discovered
that she was indeed very weary, for she
had walked many miles. So she lay
down under an oak, and in a few min
uteS went fast asleep. And she |
dreamed that she saw the little old |
woman in the black gown and the red |
tippet. And the little old woman said |
to her:
''Are YOU satisfied" ,"
And S1enbana auswered: ssYaS"