The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1903-02-13

Eighteen years are but short span
for the life OF any mortal, but for
that Of a sweet maiden. II IL a mourn.
full recollection, the memory OF fra. |
grant breath.
Many live out their allotted three
score and ten without accomplishing
aught but trinea. Looking back along
tho line OF their long career, they
SEQ nothing but a weak haze. a few
faint spots and then they pass away
with no other sign that they ever
filled a niche on earth. than line on
tombstone which soon crumbles into
dust.
Many have made a loud noise. hop.
ing to thrust themselves upon the
pages OF history. a variety Of vanity
that ends as does the beatings on
bass drum, In dismal silence when
the hand Of the drummer Is still.
There are many who have been
tho lowly of earth but they have &C.
complished more than great con-
auerors, whose names are sweeter In
the ears OF the multitude than those
OF ephemeral heroes. From them
have radlated good; vibrations OF
force and energy that have gone on
down to posterlty in great waves. The
influence OF n loving. tender mother
does not end with her, the impress Of
her character molds her children and
her children's children unto untold
generations The mourned McKin.
ley's mother made her son. Garfield.
also. was subject to the gentle sway.
These men loved their chains. gloried
In following the admonitlons Of home
love, and when they came TO die. and
die ruthlessly. there was nothing but
designations In their souls. Nearer,
my God, TO Thee" on their lips.
But for Abraham Lincoln, the
mother hand that guided his steps.
relinaulshed Its clasp at time when
be needed her most. A boy OF ten.
and after that heart strange TO his
blood. No mother OF his own 10 wit.
ness his success; no homely, smiling
old face that radlated love. Perhaps
the memory OF his mother kept him
NLIOHh MuAll nN HANA 9AN W NhRAAA Nv
gave his whole heart. and she. taking
up the thread Of his life strengthened
Il for all time.
Abo Lincoln worshiped the ground
Ann Rutledge trod, but her heart was
not her own. II had gone into the
keeping OF one unworthy, stlll tho
youthful Abe pleaded his cause, and
in his simple, uncouth way. offered
her his heart and hand
II was balmy June day In 1889. A
lovely maid and homespun youth
were sittilg beneath the shade OF 9
maple tr. he hlnging pebbles into
the waters OF the Sangamon: she
poklng the point OF her parasol into
tho yielding sod.
with you by my side, Ann, | car
become something, Sometimes IN,
firo OF ambition burns strong within
me, but have no incentive, and q
turns to ashes. am studying. Ann
studying all that man can know, ant
my muscles are strong for work"
He arose aud stood over her, swing
ing his long, lanky arms. The ungain
ly figure, like some huge bird fiapplnl
its wings, brought smile TO her lips
but the smile was changed TO a tear
which Abe, looking down, noticed, an'
down he sat In front of her, taking he
unreslstlng hand In his own. TIT
girl hung her head
"Ann, sweet Ann could you not low
me in timer will wait years II
must, but the hope that the waitinl
will end in your love viii nerve me 4
scale the heights Of mans ambition.
But still the girl held her peace AM
sat with hanging head A though
passed through Abes mind; 1t was
spasm. It chilled him, but he wa
brave
Am | unlovable, Ann? Am 81
uncouth, 80 ungainly that a womal
cannot and It In her heart to low
usf"
This brought the face OF Ann Rui
ledge up, and she faced him with he
sweet eyes swimming. Placing he
hand gently on his shoulder she said
you are a man, Abe, that som
women would die for. l see in wha
you are pleased TO call your ungalnl
form, a soul superior TO Us morta
shell. look beyond your body an
see a great heart man. My littl
knowledge OF history has told me tina