Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1910-03-29
AnnreGiate Your Homes

There are scores OF restless PeOpIe an -
world who are tired of the monotony OF nonie
life They are possessed with craving IoI
something else. They want TO go aDrOau'
new things, new faces, new companions e'9''
With their experience and ignorance they
grow tired of mother, father, brothers ana SIS
tiers. They want to strike ,, Out 1or TeeY are
impatient to be gone. They are undut1ul IN
their eagerness to be getting away Ihey oIs -
regard the prayers of mother and the Iatns NJ,
warning and claim to be sufficient unto them-
Such home ties are being continually broken
hastily. These restless ones are IN touch Hien
a mine of love and tender devotion, ana tuey
deliberately shut their eyes TO what they nave
in hand in their imaginings and cravings Oh
something ahead of them not in sight. aim
pie picture labeled Breaking Hcme TIES ~
represented a lad about TO receive his mother
kiss in parting. His trunk was going OUT tn me
door and the mothers hands were lying on MS
shoulders. Her eyes looked into his She was
tense in her gaze her boy who was leaving
her. and the lads face reflected her parting
were not gathered in front of that simple pic
ture There nothing in the picture but the
prayer for him. 1t represented pain, humble
home. His rustic suit in keeping with
the mothers everyday dres. All the strain
and poverty Of that humble American home
was depicted in the homely garb of the two.
Yet the passing crowds surged around the
picture. 1t was always crowded locality, and
yet theFe was nOthlng 10 see, save the lOOk
In the mothers eyes she was about to kiss
a final goodbye
more frequent sight this land of ours does
not afford. Yet this constant stream of pass
ers by was always congested in front of this
homely picture of very humble home. There
were hundreds of famous paintings on exhibit
lars yet these visitors passed along with slow
steps, perhaps, while they stood stin and went
Before that nomespun mother and her awkward
boy
That how was poA onlr ,oo-,-- -
shelter. that he had been born into but he
was breaking loose from the mother the hest
friend he had on earth. i saw grown men. old
men look at the picture, unconscious that great
pig tear drops we're coursing down their rug
ged cheeks.
For a brief space of time they were bovs
once more. leaving their own mothers They
saw themselves in the boy, and they saw their
mothers again, with clear vision and her
and memories.
How many pangs Of remorse were decorating
them. L could not tell OF course, but the world
ceased to thrill them, they wept before the
remembrance Of their own dead mothers in
the crowded art gallery OF the great fair and
1t was touching to see them, again. collect
who was looking at their temporary weakness,
and to see them wipe the tears from eyes,
long unused to weeping.
How many men are there in the world who
SILVER with regret when something calls up
their aforetime disregard of mother and home.
How many sad nights do prisoners have as
they feel stone walls all around them, in grated
cells. and nothing hinders such heart-breaking
memories!
How many wanderers have died in lonely
places when the recOllections of home, seemed
ike Rlimpses of a lost Paradise.
Oh. boys do not, for your own sakes, light
ly shake off tine restraining bonds of home and
true afectioni
Father may seem harsh and mother may lrri-
tate you with her pleadirgs, but the world will
never give You such devoted friends, ever again!
Their eagerness to save you from yourself Is the
supreme test of the depth and heighth, the
breadth and strength OF their devotion to
you They see your danger, they feel more
for you than anybody else.
Don't take the bit in your teeth and go pell
nell. TO your own destruction.
IL you are determined to counter to your
parents advice, don't forget that II IL your case
not theirs. that needs treatment
Take a look I'm, the blessings that God
has given yon in giving you somebody, taht
loves you, with purer love thar you can give
to yourself.