New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-01-08
In PiOzxS Memory.
BIZ MRS. CLEMENT PARSONS.

and and ORANGES and cigarettes and drinks and Boz.
I NIsht admissions are none OF them given away.
snogldered slowly along through the crowds that
stationsS BBssSlsTns Between Jne eressets OF the
ooned turkeys that fesUoOned the shops. At every
sep ne grew Increasingly conscious that the
Worid was hldeously unaQpreciative OF al finer
allrlbuJes. He tried 10 keep his head turned
away from the taring wiadOws-they were so
that hung over the houses seemed already 70 bs
ceepenIcg into the dusk OF the short day. All az
tween bur sun il vs. "eIS ne, IN anu taF De-
sentimental side ~ 5,rr3- N $500 IA
from the materaIisn OF the poulterers' and bltch-
eEs Two people in black were buying a wreath
S r d stone throw OF WIiesden Lane: OF
visit dead relations He would go too and stand
RlCIi - ne ohIy had mad his mother alive sas
would nave made Christmas really Christmas.
SET an injustice in thinking it was money
More shan ever eharsed with seIf-pty Horace
Tue log in the open space inside was denser than
doomed large and shadow Between the sosRns
paths the acres OF graves looked infinitely foriOrn
crossed by rows OF gray powders mostly upright
c S9I some sG ey reason OF the undermining OF the
angles. From the moment OF entering the GENE
other persons besides himself were remembering
their dead at Christmas. 1t annoyed him Hs
on his long way toward the poorer quarter Of the
L e. -L5 even WneE tney are dead the poor
OF from the rich-H0race passed least a score
OF people carefully placing and carrying wreaJts.
Whlle Few were rubbing the CRIME OF gravestOnes
WIN busters they had brought with them Most
or the Wreaths OF holly. but occasionally
there was a magnificent affair-all lilies, palms
and satin ribbon one was harP-shaped- with sill
yer strings, and white dove in small. close low
eTS just p<rched the edge. This fntense.x
10 HOrace's taste. IL would be worth having de-
parted friends. II one could express ones emotion
in such form
His mother had a grave TO herself. She had left a
special sum Tor that. But il
fog to find the place. stiI. Horace remembered the
number. 'SolS, and also that il along this
outer edge or the poor bordering the path.
When ne reached u. an impulse that not his
IrlOnlc, out simply human, rose and overflow ed
your he mUrmured bTOkenly. He had suddenly
recoHected now she had hated winter damp and
colo what wrapping up or herself and HIM there
had been on thick afternoons a passionate desirs
her poor hard life. swept over him like q
Verify, he had loved her though in a spasmodic.
unworthy way, and now, as he stood, in his weak
ness. looking down at her dreary lodging, he felt
as II no one had ever loved a mother
Turning his head he caught sight or a fine holly
wreath which lay on one or the reCUmbent rOmbS
that edged the path on the other side Burning for
expression as he was. he resolved, almost without
conscious thought. thar his mothers grave should
not through Christmas, among all these
lacking its tribute OF love With instinct Ot
caution, he glanced u the path and down. No
body was near, and the fog too shrOudin 2
70 make his movements visible from any distance
Crossing the gravel. lifted the heavy wreath or
the rich tore il away and pocketed a visit
ing card attached TO it, and then-Sently, and with
certain reverence OF gesture-set the chaplet on
the centre OF his mothers little mound. AS ha
Immediately afterWard walked away out OF thu
and his cheeks glOwed- Had he not just fulfilled
/ the most touching OF al OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES Sketch