Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1910-07-12
A MOTHERS REVERE.
Tho Yesterdays Of Her Boy ss They
Pass Before Her.

FaSs boforo rfer.
l Yesterday YOU looked at me with
your fathers eyes. You clasped my
finger with your tiny ones, clinging
as for your life, and a tiny spark Of
life was kindled in my cold heart.
Yesterday you walked alone, you
stood proudly erect, flung back your
head, with your fathers own ges-
ture, and said, 'Boy."
Yesterday you wore your first lit
tie trousers and we're indeed "moth-
er's big boy" You have very like
ly forgotten, but | never shall,
the huge monster of a dog that
barked at US on our walk that day.
You sprang before me and faced it
valiantly. You stretched our your
tiny arms and shrieked: "Go way!
Don't you hurt my motherp
Yesterday you came blindly to
my sitting room with swollen eyes
and blood stained lips. AS 1 bathed
and patched and trembled you blurt-
ed out: 'He called you a namel
Let any Teller dast call my mother
name! Ipunched him good Let
him just dast say that again. He
said you was a widoww Dear lit
tie warrior, with your fathers own
chivalry! No wonder my starved
heart Toasted upon those divine
crumbs of comfort.
Yesterday | sent you to college.
[ hope my misgivings showed not at
all in the face. Yesterday l went
to "the game" l sat with blanch-
ed cheeks and smiling lips through
two hours of agony. 1 saw my stall
wart son bounced upon, battered,
victorious. l waved my hand to
him as they carried him out on
their shoulders, and he turned from
all that shrieking throng-to me.
1t is hard to be Spartan mother,
but Hands OFF, You came
straight to me after the rub down
and said, ''Mother, you're a brickp
You didn't know that still shook
inside.
Yesterday you left your college
days behind you. You came to me
after all the feasting and merry
making as sat quiet again after
awhile. We talked, you and I, of
what you we're to make of that lar
ger life now so near at hand. Ny
heart was glad to hear you say you
would choose that same honorable |
calling to which your fathers best |
was given. And l said to you then,
as l have ever said, make of your
life something clean and straight !
and honest, as was his" Your |
mother has watched to see you
struggle against the waves of temp
tation.
But you have kept that promise.
She has seen the man grow out of
the youth not perfect, but facing
toward the right. Dear boy, your
mother is glad to tell you that.
Yesterday You told me. l had |
seen it coming-seen it even in
spite of my cowardly denials to my
self. She is a dear girl, an ideal |
mate for my manly son, and l pray |
you may be happy together. Yes
terday was your wedding day
bright, beautiful, sunny, Never un-
til | die shall have to do anything
again so hard as to stand through
that solemn service.
yesterday, my GROWING yester-
day, my heart sings as I write and
is happy again, truly happy, as
never expected to feel in this
world. You came to me, tall,
straight, with new expression Of
in your eyes, and said: !
Mother, he has come-my son. !,
Isn't it wonderful" You came to
meet me and gathered me up in
your strong arms and held me close
to the heart that had rested so Of
ten on mine. Your voice came to
me, softened with the tears Of
which your manhood was not
ashamed. Little mother" it whis
pered, 81 never knew till now what
you have suffered all these years to
be alone-poor little mother"-
Helen Peck in New Idea Woman's