The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1911-02-16
TlntsIIs's Mother.

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in little village beside the broad
St. Lawrence there lived q mother
with an only child. The other mothers
In the village had more than one. and
some had ten or twelve; but Tintslles
mother did not mind. "for Tintelle 10
more beautiful than sll the other little
ones,' she said. Tintelle really was
very beautiful. with skin like q snow
drift at sunrise, and eyes like bits
OF blue sky reflected in the river; but
the rosy sunlight died away. and the
blue sky was hidden by a cloud. and
the cold white body OF little Tintelle
was buried under spreading maple
tree.
The poor mother spent a great deal
OF her time In the churchyard. kissing
the little wooden tombstone and cry
irg, crying, crying all the while. Some.
times she sat on the river bank, cry.
ing, and crying, and crying.
Sometimes she spent hours ana
hours In the church, crying, crying,
crying, crying. One day she prayed
and wept till she fell asleep. When
she awoke II was night, and the sex
ton had locked the door and gone
home to bed. She was not afraid.
Now can spend the night praying
and weeping alone" she said. Per
haps the good God will hear me better
when there is nobody to interrupt us"
So she prayed aloud. begging God tn
give Tintelle back TO her.
The bell In the tower began to toll.
At the twelfth stroke the vestry door
opened, and out came procession OF
little children. walking two by two. All
wore wreaths of immortelles, and car
ried baskets full of. flowers. or vases
OF delicious scent or little gold and
silver cups containing liquid clear
"a crystal Their steps were light and
airy, and their faces radiant with
smiles. All we're full of joy--excert
one. This little girl could only just
keep up with the rest, and her face
was sad, for she had TO carry two
great pitchers, 80 full that some Of the
transparent liquid splashed over onto
the floor at every step.
"Tintelle!" cried the mother. Gone
back to me, Tintelle!"
Tintelle gave her one look. II was
loving look, but there was so much
pain In 1t, and distress, that the
mother fell fainting on the floor.
When she opened her eyes once
more the gray OF the morning was
creeping In at the windows.
The sexton was startled when he
opened the church after breakfast and
found his neighbor inside. She walk
ed quickly out and through the street,
4 and up the stony hill behind the vii.
4 lage till she came to the place where
q wise old man lived I'm a hut The
A poor mother threw herself at his feet
and begged him to tell her the mean
4 ing OF what she had seen.
my daughter" he said, those chi;
dren have passed from earth &c
Heaven. The gold and silver cups con-
ftain their mothers tears. Those who
. carried vases of perfume or baskets Of
i sweetsmeIling flowers are the chill.
cren of mothers who have said. In the
\ midst OF their grief, God knows what
Is best. and He is taking good care OF
them
The good old man took the poor We
4 mans hands in his own and asked.
very gently:
| did you love the child very much p.
ibid I love her? Oh, what a ques
toni
yes" said the old man, "you loved
your child very much; so you would
have done a great deal to save her
from the slightest trouble?'
Anything. anything" the mother
cried II would have lain upon redhot
Goals to spare her q scoI ched finger
II believe it. And you love her still,
nc doubt?"
do love herr" screamed the poor
woman. do I love her? IL Is plain
that you know nothing of a mothers
love, II you think that death can kill
III" Her tears began tc flow In tor.
rents.
90, woman!" said the old man,
making his voice as stern as he could.
You do not speak the truth. You