The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-04-23
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Importance, and fix themselves indeiDly
on his memory There, on nail driver
lons before he was born, hung the little
round lid holder he had pIeced to5ether
in his earliest years and presented TO
his mother in gush of price greater
tran any he had since experienced. She
had never used 1t, but it always hung
upon the one nail in the one place, as
a symbol of his love and of hers. And
there. higher uD on the end of u shelf
barren enough of ornaments, God wOt,
was a broken toy and a much dcfaced
primer meInentos likewise of his child
hoCd; and further along the wall, on q
sort of raised bench, a keg. the spiSot
OF which he was once guilty OF turning
OF, in his infantile longing for sweets,
only to find he could not turn ii back
again until all the floor was covered
with molasSes, and his appetite Tor the
forbidden gratified to the full. Ard
yCEder, dangling from a peg, never de-
voted to any other use, hung his faith
er's old hat, just as he had placed *
there on the fatal morning when he
came in and lay down on the sitting
room lounge for the last time: and
close to it, lovingly close TO ii, Sweet
water thought, his mothers apron, the
apron he had seen her Wea~ at supper.
and which he would SEE her wear at
breakfast, with all its suggestions of
ceaseless work and patient every day
thrift
Somehow he could not bear the sight
of that apron. With tl4e expectation
nov forming in his mind of leaving
this home and leaving this mother, this
symbol of humble toll became an intol-
cradle grief to him Jumping up, he
turned in another directlon but now
another group of objects equally elo-
duent came under his eye. It was his
mothers work basket he SAW, with a
piece of sewing in it intended for him,
and as if this were not enough the
table set for two, and at his place a
little covered dish which held the one
sweetmeat he craved for breakfast. The
srectacles lying beside her plate told
him how old she was, and as he thought
OF her failing strength and enfeebled
ways, he jumped up again and sought
another corner. But here his glances
fell on his violin, and a new series of
erl.otions Were awakened within him.
He loved the instrument and played as
much from natural intuition as ACQUIRED
knowledge, but in the plan of action
he had laid out for himself his violin
could have no part. He would have tc
leave it behind. Feeling that his regrets
We're fast becoming too much for him,
he left the humble kitchen ana went
upstairs. But not to sleep. Locking
his door something he never remem-
bered doing before in all his life), ne
began to handle over his clothes and
other trivial belongings. Choosing cut
a certain strong suit, he laid it out on
the bed. and then went to a bureau
drawer and drew out an old-fashioued
wallet. This ne opened, but after he
had counted the few bills it contained
he shook his head and put them ali
back, only retaining a little silver.
which he slipped into one Of the pOtk-
cts of the suit he had chosen. Then he
searched for and found a little S.ble.
which his mother had once given him.
He was about to thrust that into an
other pocket, but he seemed to think
better of this, too, for he ended by
putting it back into the drawer ana
taking instead a bit from one of his
mothers old aprons which he had
CHANGED upon on the stairway. This he
placed as carefully in his watch pocket
as if it had been the picture OF Il girl he
loved. Then he undressed and went tc
bed.
ITO BE Continued