The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1911-07-25
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PLEADING THAT HER BOY RE-
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III letter may be called d classic
this lis one; ii Is still greater than Q
Eclasslcs Il IS the pouring out Of the
Eheart, manifesting the greatest the
truest and most precious love on
earthsa iovefthat Is deeper than the
Esea and as pure as snow fakes from
the heavens; Us 9 love that is never
Eduplio located this side Of the grave and
which never dies as long as her
heart beats-the love Of q mother for
her boyi
Man Is always q boy, to his mother,
1T makes no dlffernce how large he
may grow, how big a man he may be
among men; It makes no difference
what he may have done, that true,
God-giyen love of a mother remains
lsteadfast even II the hurricanes Of
hated Of the world blows against him
and the finger Of seorn Is ever point
ed at him and all turn againSt him
that love Of loves, which only beats in
a mothers heart, is for that man,
who is always a boy to her Just
the same boy as when he lisped his
evening prayer at her knee; just the
same boy who went to the village
school and who flung down books and
cap at the close Of the afternoon and
late ginger bread and. drank milk tea be
fore supper; prepared by the loving
hands Of mother, she telling him
that boy, God bless her! that he
would Spoil bis supper" but It never
did. 4etsF
A letter, which prompted the writ
ing Of this preface, was found recently
without envelope, in the Falrmont
,postofice by on eldery gentleman who.
gave 1t to a reporter Of the West
Virginian, stating that 1t was one Of
the most beautiful espistles he ever
read; that II recalled the. long years
gone by when his mother, now sleep.
ing in the city Of the dead, had PEN
med him just such letters after he
left the old. farm for the city, and that
now he could picture her standing
under the old tree near the home
waving him goodbye as he was driven
to the railroad station.
The letter found follows, written in
a most beautiful hand, the compost
ton and penmanship clearly shows.
THAT the writer-that mother-posses-
ses much refinement:
my Dear Darling Boy
1t has been almost three years
since / last touched your lips or
looked into your eyes oh. how slow.
ly time passes 1t seems that 1t has
been an age since we have sat togeth-
er on the old porch at twilight and
talked and wheAiyou use to love toll
read to me, at night, yonr voice was so
soothing to my poor, tired soul. n
use to look forward. to the coming
of evening that -We-you, my boy, and
I-could talk to the other as my moth
,er use to- talk With your uncle AL.
bert when I was little girl.
|; But you say won will not return
home until Fathdr Shall forgive you
for Directing toI yo1r marring that
girl. God speed the day when you
shall see that Eathery Is right and
then You shall then come home. Oh,
how much lay in those. words, Come
home" You don't know how much
it means to. me!
! have never told you before but II
think it's best that the sooner you
know this the better, for 1t may soft,
EN- your heart to come home: The
day you left both you and father
were angry, neither would admit the
other was in the wrong and you know
there were harsh and most bitter
words between you. That night after
you had gone-the first time you
never sleet in your bed-I heard father
.tip-toe upstairs and peeping through
the crack Of the door /. saw him kneel, /
ing beside your bed praying, the first
time ever knew him to offer suppl.
cation to the Lord and tears we're
streaming down his cheeks. Hell
slept little, that night, nor the next
night and his sleepless nights wore
into weeks and months, he would |
Just doze and up and about the room. ,
Often he would fall asleep In his old
arm chair after dinner. I could see
that your going away under such con.
ditions effected him physically and
mentally. During the past month he |
has been declining rapidly and last
week he was in bed for several days.
The doctor said that he could do
nothing further for him that 1t was
simply a case Of a broken heart;"
that he was dying by degrees. The
other day he slowly walked out into
the old store,room and took from a
hair-trunk the few clothes you had
left behind. After looking through
them carefully he took up and old
coat and putting 1t over his. face he
wept bibterly-wept as II his poor
heart would break. -,
My Darling Boy he wants you to
"cope home" but he is too stubborn
to admit It. He was one Of the few
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