The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1909-05-06

little, old fashioned letter; he'd had
so much else to think Of.
His mother met him at the little
country station, and as he looked up
and saw her standing there on the
platform, little and rosy and smiling
with a look in her eyes such as he
had not seer on any human face for
many heartsick years, his heart gave
a great leap and he fell in love-with
his mother.
He spent the whole two weeks of
his vacation getting acquainted with
her. He told her his troubles and
his hopes, his fears and his ambitions
and his disappointments; and the
woman he fell in love with listened
to him with a face fairly a culver
with eager sympathy.
She loved his friends, and hated
his enemies and forgave his faults,
| and wouldn't admit his mis-
takes at all; and the man of the
world grew young and light hearted,
| and his courage and his health and
strength of heart came back to him
again. And when he went back to
the city he carried his mother with
him for a visit, and oh, the time that
pair of swethearts had together!
The mother wore an old fashioned
black silk dress, and when she step
| ped up into the train they soon
noticed that her feet were clad in old
fashioned CATERS, with rubber in
them, and that she wore white cotton
stockings; and all at once he felt like
a boy again, and wanted to take
hold of his mothers hand and have
her tell him how to be good and
but what's the use?
Buy the book and read it.
1t will make you laugh and cry,
and you'll be SO ashamed OF your
self before you're through with that
little story that you can't do enough
for your own mother, even If she is
| old and childish and querulous just
now.
Is your mother with you?
Why, then, Sunday morning toss a
knot of white carnations into her lap
and tell her that every petal of those
| flowers means a loving and a CRATE
full thought from you.
Sit down and have a good old
fashioned talk with your mother.
Ask her if she remembers the time
you ran away to be a pirate and how
YOU crept home after midnight, tired
and ashamed and frightened, and
how she caught you in her arms and
cried and kissed you and begged you
never to brighten her that way again.
Tell her a little about your life as
you live it nowadays.
w., ah,.f hnr ont of If a QOOd Zeal.
YOU know; you don't mean to do 1t,
but you do, and there are times when
she wonders what has become OF the
naughty, warm hearted, stubborn
loving little boy she used to know
who believed her and trusted her..
Is she across the continent-that
mother of yours, who held you IN he1
tired arms when you were little and
helpless? Sit down this minute, and
write her a letter, not just a Deal
mother, we are all we'll, spring has
come. and summer will soon be here
letter, but a love letter, such as you
write to the wife Of your heart or tc
the husband who makes you sc
happy, whichever it happens to be
Tell her a few things about her
self, and about yourself, and tell your
own children what it is for. Some
day you may wish someone would
remember to send you a flower.
I don't like to hear people talk as
If mothers were any more perfect
than any other human beings.
1 wouldn't give a snap for a mother
who was scientific" and reason
able and well trained" and fault
less" thank you. Give me a good
old fashioned mother, too busy tc
train me every minute, short tenn
pered once in a while, maybe. and
perhaps just a trife unreasonable.
The kind of mother with a cookie
jar in the cupboard, and a head full
of fairy tales.
The kind Of a mother who has
/ some Of the human faults and the
human failings, but who loves me as
no one else will ever love me, as long
as the world rolls on.
Here's to mother and Mothers
Day!
Mothers Day, let's remember it.