The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-08

rity of purpose of her character, her
devotion to the commandment, do
unto others as ye would that they
should do to you" woven into the
very warp and woof of the mind and
heart of her fifth son, which made it
possible for him to carry the banner
of the democracy of Oklahoma on to
certain victory, with such signal cour-
age and poise of heart and brain.
Lee Cruces mother belonged to the
good old ante bellum type of women
Alas, how few of them are left today.
She was a woman of good intelli.
gence and a fair education for that
day and time; but the purpose of her
life and ambition was to be a good
wife, mother and housekeeper. SIZE
was a success in all three of these
laudable ambitions, and the memory
of her as l used to see her in her
daily round of duties-serene, cheer.
full kind-has been an inspiration to
me many times since those old hap
py days. Her housekeeping was of
the spotless sort" thing of beauty
and joy forever" to those around
her. They didn't have "house par
ties then, invited on especial occa.
sions and expected to go when the
time was up. People came in at all
hours and she never knew who was
TO be the next one; but what used to
compel my admiration was that she
was always ready, no matter who
came or at what hour There was
always fresh bed with the whitest
sheets and pillows, sweet scented and
clean (the dirt just simply couldn't
stick to that house,, and a well cook
ed meal of flaky white southern BIS
cults (made often with her own
hands, and the best preserves. she
eXcelled in preserving. | have often
tried to make preserves like hers,
but just cantD While all VINO came
were treated we'll especially did the
old-time circuit rider and preacher
come in for his share of genuine hos.
ptaity. While the mother was a blue
stocking Presbyterian, the father was
q Methodist and you may be sure the
Methodist preachers in those parts
made a point of stopping whenever
they passed that way. Mrs. Cruce
raised "chickens." and the fame of
her fried spring chickens was abroad
in the land-see? Then after these
good preachers had eaten. and before
! they slept, the family Bible was
brought out and with her children
around her knee, and the black faces
of the family servants gathered
around the door the minister prayed
| Then the minister and the servants
and the mother sang. And perhaps
they sang, this old familiar air,
Sweet as the bugle call All Hail
the Power of Jesus Name, Let An
gels PROSTATE Fall" Oh. wondrous
was this old tunes spell as one the
mother sang. But the songs are sill
ent That mothers voice has long
been still. The black faces of the
old family negroes gather no more
at the door to hear the evening pray
er. Her spinning wheel and flax
wheel have been given as relics to
different members of the family, and
the mdwinter sun of Kentucky falls .
gently on that mothers grave; but /
her lessons of truth and right still .
follow and guide her son, as he holds .
aloft the waving banner of Oklahoma .
citizenship, and graces with unassum-
ing dignity and poise the enviable
position of the second governor of
Oklahoma. Then on the eve of the
Inauguration. "let us sing one song
for the old Kentucky home, The Old
Kentucky Home Far Away" and
above all, let us pay our sweet, un-
selfish, well earned, and well deserv-
ed tribute to the memory of that
mother who, more than all else, has
made the next governor of Oklahoma
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