The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1904-09-17
Our literary Cable.
TOMORROW.


And when the morrow came ans1,ored +tr.
tomorrow From the Spanish of Lope de Vega
@Across the street from my dwelling stands an old
mouse OF rural architecture so ancient is If in foot
that in some places it is fast falling into de- -
one of the deep-set windows from which the yybta
lusliH curtains are drawn gracefully aside stands
poA Oh thrifty blooming mignonette. But the ia
iiiiilaf inquire whom was accustomed to see near
It, gay after day is now absent, aye absent forever
az the tnougnt 1nYountarily shed a tear of SYM
pathy as 1 recall the story so solemnlv sad
Every day at certain hour small fragile v-o
man. with widows cap resting becomingly on her
snowy White hair, approached the window and gazed
hoPeIuly ana expectanty down the path from the
House as though awaiting the arrival of one most
GEAR to her My supposition found afterwards tn no
true for she was looking for her favorfte son who
mad been absent from home many years travelling in
southern cltmes He had written that he would re-
turn and although the news was indefinite it thrilled
with JOY the heart of the little mother who awaited
WIN SO Inuch eagerneSs the coming of the day when
she would again behold the idol Of her heart
AS day after day passed and still he came NOT a
calm look of peaceful resignation over her coun
tehance' her strength began to fail rapidly until
she was no longer able to walk to the window but
was drawn instead, in nvalds chair by her faith
full colored nurse When she was too weak to raise
her poor aching head, she would inquire childshy:
DO you see Reiel coming, Matte?' Not yet mis-
sus, would fall tearfuy from the old servants Inns
TO which response always came the old familiar re-
ply; Tomorrow he will come; yes Reiel will surely
tomorrow"
missed the face which was learning to love-
sadly
Ihe son, whose coming awaited with so much
patience by his mother, willingly detained from
place to place by admring friends who gave banoues
in his honor and courted his favor Little he knew,
of the intense longing and yearnng felt by his mother
for his speedy return.
At last the tomorrow came 1t was at tho close
of cold, cherries day in autumn, when twiligh was
fast approaching, that stopped at the gate on
posite, and young man with travelling grip in hand
alighted and bounded joyousy I'D the stems which
led to the door
sad, unsympathetic wind was murmuring dis
mally through the great boughs of dark pine trees
which sent thrill of into his bosom No ono
greeted him at the door he had anticipated Soft
ly he opened the door of the family sitting room
over whose threshold he had ran SO noisiv when
boy,
A most beautiful picture appeared before him The
afternoon sunbeams fell softly through the dainty
white curtains and rested lovingly the siverv gray
hair OF his mother who sitting motioness i'm the
invalids chair before the open fireplace Her eyes
were closed and smile of sweetest contentnent
adorned her motioness features while her pale thin
hands were clasped loosely in her Ian
Thinking his mother asleep the handsome youth
bent caressirgy her and whispered:
Mother, dear little mother your Reiel has como
back. Have you welcome for hm?r
But the loved voice did not awaken her She hoard
it not, for his little mother was dead
DELL DOLORES WATTS.
Salt Lake City, Sept. a.
Catholic Illustrators" is the title of~fhe openinr
paper. of the Rosary Magazine. 1T has been re-
marked, says the author (Thomas Wash) that al