Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-12-06

peace follow them. The wild, primitive
rage Of the man who goes forth to kill q
rival IL not g terrible q another Kind Of
mothers heart. the kind that wili not let a
woman give up her SON even when mans
love calls him, and perverts holy mother
hood into cruel and selfish thing.
Almost all OF the bitter misunderstand-
ings come about through the absurd notion
that sons are reared for the sole purpose
Of furnishing support for their parents
old age.
Filial reverence is beautiful and natural
thing. Any man who does not feel chivalric
tenderness and protecting love Tor MS
mother, particularly when she is old. Is not
not intended for Stairs alone. Or. II they
are, they are Of the kind that blossom
into red and radiant flowers OF love early
in their season. It Is always more or less
has fallen in love. No doubt there Is On
hour of bitterness for her to meet alone,
but only the plying stars should know
what tears have fallen on her pillow, as
she goes back in her mind over all the
years when the tiny hand chung helplessly
to hers and he would say his prayers be
fore no other knee. But after all, the NUT
lasts only little while. One who has been
down with her boy through all the need
hours of his life Is not going to fail him at
supreme moment. She just wants time tc
think a bit; then she will tuck all her plans
for him away and out of sight and see to 1t
gossamer upon his inclinations 1t Is the
way Of life, and so it must be best.
A Sure Evidence.
Here is a letter which I am going to
quote:
II have brought up son in the hope that
he would be a comfort to me. And he has
been good But now, when I need him
most, he has married and am crowded out
by woman he has only known a little
while and who can never do for him what
I have done. 1t Is torment to see her pin
flower on his coat in the morning and to
know that she has the last kiss. Don't you
think she ought to let me mend his clothes?
1t is little thing to ask, but it would be
a comfort to me now. l wish l knew what
to do. He and I have been all In all to
each other. But now I am nothing. He
filings me word smile as he gives
penny to a beggar-and that's all am now.
Would you go away and let him see how
it will seem to get along without me for
while?"
try and go with the hope that while he
would miss me and think tenderly of me,
he might find the new love, the different
love, SO perfect and SO beautiful that even
mine would pale beside it like q star at
noon time.
She Loves Old Tasks.
How like mother Is that desire to serve
MIN! L can imagine now neT fingers Will
tremble with joy as she mends his clothes,
for there is little doubt that her desire will
be granted her. The matter Of turning over
the darning basket to the mother-in-law Is
usually the first real cheerful sacrifice that
the young wife makes.
There is little romance in weaving yarn
across the jagged heel of large-siZed sock.
More than one bride has had her first sharp
shock of establishment in that service. But
it is different thing with mothers.
Only a mother knows the joy Of service
for the loved one. 1t begins when she sings
and DIRE ans by his cradle. That Is her hour,
If she but knew it, for her tears fall on the
garments of the grown man, her needle
halts in It's task, and her songs are forgot
ten and still. 1t seems so short time But
he who was yesterday child leaps in the
night to the strength and statue Of i'm
perious manhood and her restraints fall
from him like cobweb ropes from a giants
hands.
Then 1t Is that she must realize that her
work is done, if she does not want to spoil
the life that 1t has been her dream to bless.
A little clinging to what she considers her
rights after the coming of the other
woman will change her from the dear con-
fidant to the dreaded mother-in-law, one of
the most pitiable figures of modern society.
1t is one of the grandest of battles, but
women fight it without the help of music or
the cheer Of comradeship, alone in some up
per chamber, every day. They fight and
win, unless the thing they have called love