The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-25
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1 The door was thrown open from out side: and the girl helped the widow to altght.
 Come with me-" said the. girl. and 1 she took the widows hand. They
 passed up broad flight of stairs. and , through high doors which opened as of themselves at their. approach. And the widow found herself alone. l and. raising her eyes, she met the mild. deep, breeding eyes of tall and most pale lady who had advanced so
 quietly that her coming made no 1 sound.
 You are Jane. this lady said Yes" said the widow. The lady turned to one sire. And you are Delia?' Yes. answered voice that made the widow start, aud. turning, she stared in amaxement and fear upon Mrs. Della Morrfssey, who had lain dying In the tenement house. I What were you told when you were
 bade come herey' the lady asked the second woman.
 T was told to come to a place, a
 home. where I might be at ease for ! the rest of my days said Della. Such home IS this-here mothers ! rest from their tolls and their sorrows; but there is place for but one" Then, lady. let me stay" cried
 Della.
 The better mother may stay" the lady said
 :! Then let me stay. Sure, have
 been good mother, and my children l say so for me"
 And your The lady turned to the | silent widow.
 The answer was spoken drearily:
 Let Della stay with you; I do not went l to stay And why not?" The gentle tones thrilled the widows heart, and she lifted eyes that were filled with tears T still have work to do at home"
 she said. broken1y and dull: and I can't go away from my house, thanks
 to you just the same. My boys need me too much"
 Sure and that they do.' cried Mrs. | Morrsssey. One son Hes at home full of the drink, and another boy is in prison. She was always too soft and
 easy with them wild boys of hers.' You loved your bcysg' The sorrowfu1 shamed widow dumb ly bowed her head. And she felt the ] lady's hand touch hers. q, too. loved my son, and suffered through my love, said the calm, the gentle voice. And l my son. too, was put into prison. And you, my most sorrowful sister you shall stay with me I comfort moth- CTS, and I shall take you to my Son. and He shall reward your pains, and you shall rest forever" Wildly and imploringly. the mother of the son wEo lay in prison. of the son who lay lower than the brutcs that arms.
 Mary. Mother of God" she prayed Do not take me away! Leave me with my boys! Oh they need me so much! Mary, Mother of God, leave me with my boys!" And she wept and trembied in the fervency of her sup plication.
 The Lady Mary boz ed and kissed the widows brow. Nh Be 1t so, my sistotR Your love is as my love; we mothl must suffer and I shall not take this Jain from you the pain of mothers that Is heard in
 the harmonies of heaven. Go in peace"
 Mother! mother. dear--oh. darling, darling mother! Wake up--open your eyes. dear mother! Here is pr. Marvell! Motherw
 It was Dick, kneeling with stream | ing eyes by her side using the language of his younger years. Sick. sobered. | trembling. her son William stood. look ing toward her. She was lying on her i bed She looked at their faces biankly then she clasped Dick in her arms. passionately. wildly. and rained kisses
 on his face. William, William, come | here to me!'' she cried. Her other son | knelt beside Dick. , Mother, what is the matter--oh, mother, dear, what is the matter?" I Dick asked. frightened by the vehem- | ence of her caresses. Her arms slipped around the necks of her sons. T dreamed such a dream. boys Oh, | how it frightened me- she whispered
 II dreamed I was in heaven"