Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1904-03-09
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Two Mothers.

car. There was something strangely
attractive about her, thought she
must have been at least sixty, and
her face was so care-wor and the
saddest ever saw.
In spite of my great trouble, l
found myself wondering about her,
and sometimes-for moment
would almost forget my grief: Only
for moment, though.
Then the recollection that my baby
my little, tender baby, used only
to the loving clasp of mothers
arms-was in the jolting baggage car,
would come to me in all its terrible
reality, and / would forget every
thing and everybody, and remember
only my great sorrow.
wanted my baby; oh, how l
wanted him My heart was aching
80 for the sound of his little lisping
voice, and the touch of baby fingers.
For weeks I had been 80 happy
planning a visit to my old home with
baby. l had told him so much of
the dear grandmama he had never
seen had looked forward so hun
grily to the day when she would take
him in her loving arms and cuddle
him as only she knew how.
And now was taking him to her |;
not the warm, laughing, dimpled
baby she had longed to see. The
little still, white clad figure in the
casket seemed another child. And
the cruel cars jostled noisily on, and
seemed to say over and over, till, /
could scarcely keep from screaming,
"Where's baby? Where's baby?"
Suddenly the train stopped, and
my husband went out to ascertain
the cause. 1t was q broken rail, and
we would be detained about half an
hour.
1t was then that she came and
sat down beside me--the woman
with the sweet, sad face, and almost
without knowing it found myself
pouring out my grief to her.
1t was such comfort to me (mine
was selfish grief, / only thought to
mysclf,) and she seemed TO under
stand. She didn't talk much, but
her very presence soothed me.
remember one thing she said--I
can hear her low, sweet voice now :
"My dear, it is no slight honor to be
the mother of any innocent child. |
change cars at the next station, and
it may help you little in bearing
your burden if tell you something
about myself. | am on my way to
B, to see my only son. To-
morrow he goes to the State prison
to serve a life sentence. | would be
the happiest mother on Gods earth
to-day if were in your place."
The train stopped, and she pressed
my hand and was gone. / watched
her as we'll as could through my
binding tears till she was lost in the
crowd. But those tears were not for
baby.-New York Observer.
One SIM
There was but one crack in the
lantern, and the wind has found it
out and blown out the candle. How
great mischief one unguarded
point of character may cause us
One spark blew up the magazine
and shook the whole country for
miles around. One leak sank the
the vessel and drowned all on board
One wound may kill the body. One
sin destroys the soul.
1t little matters how carefully the
rest of the lantern is protected, the
one point which is damaged is quite
sufficient to admit the wind, and it
little matters how zeilous the man
may he in thousand things, if he
tolerates one darling sin; Satan
will find out the flaw and destroy all
of his hopes. The strength of a
chain is measured not by the strong
est, but by the weakest link for il