The Lamar register., 1899-03-22


ueman son. He was Roman"
he went down to the parlor: tina
parior that interested him 40 muel
when anything interested him. H.
looked at the clock. II was only IL
and the good man impatiently thought
Of how he would have to wait unit
noon for his breakfast.
Then Mother Bourgeuil came bach
from mass, carrying great bunch OF
boxwood, which she laid down on the
table, and whole fresh, strong odoi
nlled the room.
Father Bourgeull was no poet.
neither did he have sensitive nature;
but he had sensations. like all mortals
and with him as with others these
sensations awoke remembrances.
As the old lady separated the
branches to decorate the room the
pungent odor disturbed the old mans
mind. He recalled an Easter mornins
long, long ago-when he was still ar
apprentice, and VIXEN his wife wen
out to sew. II was their honeymoon
for they had been married Just before
Lent AS to-day, she had brought from
church some sprlgs OF lockwood anc
had hung them around their poor lit
tie room. How pretty she was. anC
how he loved herl Then in a momeE
his memory ran over their long yea.
Of welded life. d,.ring which she hat
been so industrious, 50 economical am
SO devoted. And II was this womaE
whom he was making suffer becaus
Of their unworthy son. But was h
really 50 unworthy2 or course ons
should honor ones father and ones
mother. Sun. perhaps there are ex.
euses soT faultB OF youth.
Just as he had reached this point II
his sad reflections the old lady took =
bunch OF the buxwood and hung II
over the photograph Of their Edward
taken when be was collegian. at u.
time he mad won all the prizes.
The old mason hardly knew whess
he was for moment. 80 strong wa,
the tood OF memory. His head swasa
the odor OF the lockwood Intoxiea.e
him: hut Il was with pity and eenor
osity He went up 10 hia wife too
her hands. and. after a glance at til,
picture. he said:
Shall We forgive him. Clemsncel
All her cry Of JOY pierced his heart,
And her husband had called her Clen.
enee. as In the days of her youth. II
had been more than fifteen years sincl
he had given her that name. She IN.
derstood that he loved her etin.
She hugged him and kissed hin
many, many times Then. taking HI
head In her hands. she Whispered
something In his ear She could keeI
the secret no longer. The Sunday be
fore abe had gene TO see her son. II,
was so peuiient for having Offended
them. but he would have asked fai
pardon many times bad be dared.
And you know" she added in
loving voice. you know. l saw nj.
wife. You could not have asked for ;
sweeter one. ! assure you SO dainty
and pretty7 She adores our Edward
one could see that at once. She keep
her poor little home as neat - wax
Her past2 Yes. I know. But, sInc'
Edward loves her-and then, in oul
humble sphere one is not so severe
And besides. father. in a short time W,
shall be grandparents
Father Bourgeuil trembliDgly said;
Enough. mother Have the tabl,
laid for four and send for a carriage
Wait; take one OF the branches as {
token OF peace-and bring them bacl
with you"
While the mother. overcome with
happiness. wept on her husband
breast. he-where now was aneien
Brutus, the Roman" broke dowI
and sobbed like the weakest of women