The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1905-08-12

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! ness couldn't be greater than it is"
She elapsed the baby close to he
arms and the big tears fell fast on hi
curly head. Her heart seemed burst
ing within her, but she wrapped tn
child In her shawl, and with quicken
ing step she fed the place and hurried
across the snow-covered fields to he
mothers.
What's the matter, child?" askct
her mother. as Matte. pale and shiver
ing. appeared at the door
Don't ask me, MOTHER" sobbed the
wretched little woman.
You haven't left home?"
Yes, mother, forever"
Don't say that to me, You shall
go right back this instant" said her
mother, thinking Of the scandal that
was suro to follow such proceeding.
'Oh, don't, mother" and Matte
looked the picture of despair.
Tell me about It, nv child" said
the mother. melted into tenderness by
that look.
Then Matte, through her tears. told
her mother all, and ended with these
pitiful words:
But. Oh. mother, I love him, the
father OF my child love him, but he
doesn't understand me- If he could
but understand me! and she fell sob
blns beside her mothers knee
Let me advise you, my child" said
the mother, softly stroking her daugh.
ter's glossy hair. 'Ive passed
through it all and III tell you u little
secret. 1t Is almost certain that little
mistakes will come up bcween hus-
band and wife, and often words are
spoken that are regretted a moment
afterward. But. my child, such 2 word
can do no harm, if it is repented of
and confession made. If you have said
anything to wound your husbands
feelings, no matter what he may have
said to you. go and tell him your are
sorry, and | insure it, he will not only !
forgive you. but will beg you to for
give him. The hour that follows will |
be more delightful than the hour Of |
your wedding. Let me tell you of a |
little instance in my own life;" and
The mother told her of one of those lit
lie family differences that come up be-
-ween SO many worthy couples. The
story ended 30 pleasantly that it
'oothed the tempest in the breast of
he heartsick daughter.
After Tho otnrv xr,oo Jo,a Nyo4.;. |
till kneeled, resting her tired head on
Ter mothers knee. Her mother
troked the glossy hair in silence for
quarter of an hour; but Mattie's
houghts were busy. Suddenly she
rose, took her child in her arms.
Wrapped 1t close In her shawl, and
repaired to 60.
Where are you going, my child?"
sked her mother.
10 make my confession" answered |
LATHE. through her tears.
Heaven bless you," said her
lother, with deep emotion.
When Marsh Hunter came home that
lght pretty scene met his view. The
re was burning joyous!y on the
earth, and before it stool Matte,
ressed In a neat calico wrapper with
lowy collar and cuffs, and scarlet
Nv OF ribbon at her throat. Baby
It on his pallet before the fire, crow.
e Justify and beating the floor with :
tin rattle. Supper was on the table,
Id the tea was stea1ning on the
,arth.
Marsh was cold, but such a scene .
armed him. He went straight to the q
.llet and commenced a romp with | +
by. Matte went and knelt there, f.
0, determined to make her confess =
IN: but she did not know how to
mmence. 1t was easy to think Of :,
forehand, but when the time came r.
e was lost. There was an awkward :,
use, then both spoke at once. :,
Matte, I've been" a.
Marsh, I'm sorry-' ~
Their eyes met, and each saw the
lderness in those of the other, and -
was told in an instant Both had =,
lde their confession. Marsh opened y,
J arms, and Matte fell sobbing on "
J breast, while baby looked ON in =.
aZement. ~
Mother told the TRUTH" she said: :,
would be better than the wedding" ~
ispered Matte. ~
Have you seen her? Did she tell -
l the same she told me?" cried
rsh. W
l don't believe l want any supper -,
light, do you?" said Marsh, after ho
y had their talk, and the supper ~
become cold.
| guess I'll drink little tea," said
rsh, and he did-NeW York Weekly. | -