Arizona republican., 1905-09-07
THE CRYING NEED.

What is the crying need Of the home?
Not money. Not intellect. Not refine
ment. Not wisdom. 1t is love. and
warm demonstration Of love.
Life is such a little thing, a short
space of years at best, and to live it
through and to have missed love in
childhood from father and mother is
the saddest thing in all the universe.
Most people love thir children. Few
fathers and mothers would own to a
lack of love for their offspring.
But in many homes-shan l say in
the majority ?-there is a lack Of The
real living love and tenderness that
fill the heart full to running over with
love words, kisses, fond caresses. The
goodnight kiss, the dear hand upon
the little ones head and cheek, how
these things expand the soul of the
child and make it receptive to good
influences.
In her autobiography Harriet Mar
tineau cries out from the depths Of her
soul:
"I had no childhood! My mother
loved me, but she never told me so"
once, when she had a good lesson,
her mother ventured some word of
praise and smiled kindly at her. The
| child was in such an ecstacy of joy
that she ran to her room, and, throw
! ing herself upon the bed, wept and
laughed and repeated the word over
/ and over again.
| In a recent little poem mother
calls TO child she hears entering the
room. thinking it is the baby of the
| family:
rs that you, darling?"
A little girl, several years o,d-r than
| the baby, answers with a sob:
mo. mamma, is Onl-' me"
How many mothers seem to have
room for but one darling" in their
! hearts at a time.
In 'Uncle Toms Cabin" Mrs. Stowe
gave the world a marvellous picture Of
the power of love. Topsy, who was so
bad that nobody could manage her,
is asked by Eva:
What makes you so bad, Topsy?"
Nobody loves me- answered Top
sy.
She knew that Miss Feely," in
spite OF her kindness. would just as
soon touch a toad as go near her.
Then the child answers:
''Why. I love you. Topsy."
Then the fountains of the hard lit
tie heart are melted to tears, the hun
CRY soul drinks in happiness, the cur
rent Of her life is changed.
While teaching in a western school
my existence, willful. stubborn and
lazy, end yet so capable. one even
ing he sat before me in logged silence
after a bad day. I was In despair as
to my next move. Suddenly I fancied
This boy has never been loved" FAX
ing his face in my hands 1 kissed him
, and said:
Go home now, Fred. and tomorrow
= we will start out new and try Il
\ make a better record
The tears came instantly to his eye:
2 and rolled down his checks.
f Dear teacher" he began, but coulC
4 get no further. From that moment Ia,
4 was changed. He is a successful bus
mess man today and although th9
k was fifteen years ago. I have not
= more devoted friend in the world to
n day.
e Many mother who sews until Sh
e aches in every nerve, and who spend
e hours a day cooking nice things 70
e her family, is so tired when the differ
d ent ones come home from school o
: work, that she has no impulse 70
smiles and kisses. She has perfOrma
o lesser duty and sacrificed the higher
p Many a father. through a mistake
:. sense of obligation, spends al hi
# strength earning money for his fam
p lily, so that he has no time for com
partnership for sons and daughter