The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1912-04-26

Nothing but black, bottomless, endless,
eternal hate in heIl-no mothers love.
And though he creeps through vii
est ave Of sin,
And ouc perhaps, with bleared and
bloodshot eyes,
Under the hangman's rope-a mo
Tiers lips
Will kiss him in his last bed of dis
grace,
And love him cen for what she
hoped of him."
"T thank God for what mothers love
has done for the world.
Like the mother / read of whose
child had wandered away. She sent
to the minister and asked him to help
her find her girl. He said: Bring me
all the pictures you have Of her." and
this the mother did, and underneath
each one he wrote in red ink: Come
home Down into the haunts Of sin
and. corruption he went and he put the
pictures in conspicuous places. Two
weeks later, clothed in rags, hair dis
heveIed, face bIoated, she staggered in
from the pit of hell. She saw the face,
tears blinded her eyes; she saw the
words, she hurried to her mothers
heart, and her mother said: Child,
we have never locked the door since
you went away
A Mothers Trust.
"Oh, there is power in a mothers
trust. Surely, as Moses was put in his
mothers arms by the princess, so God
put the babe in your arms Us a charge
by him to raise and care for. Every
child is put in a mothers arms as a
trust from God, and she has to answer
to God for the way she deals with that
child. No mother on Gods earth has
any right t. raise her children for
pleasure. She has no right to send
them 20 dancing school and haunts of
sin. You have no right to do those
things that will curse your children.
That babe is put in your arms to train
for the Lord. No mother has any more
right to raise her children for pleasure
than I have to pick your pockets or
throw red pepper in your eyes. She
has no more right to do that than a
bank cashier has t rifle the vaults
and take the savings of the people.
One of the worst sins you car commit
is to be unfaithful to your trust.
Il once read the story Of an angel
who stole out OF heaven and came to
this world one bright, sunshiny day;
roamed through field, forest, city and
hamlet, and as the sun went down
plumed his wings for the return flight.
The angel said: Now that my visit is
over, before / return I must gather
some mementoes of my trip He looked
at the beautiful flowers in the garden
and sal, How lovely and fragrant
and plucked the rarest roses, made a
bouquet. and said, 4 see nothing more
beautiful and fragrant than these
flowers The angel looked further and
saw a bright-eyed. rosy-cheeked child,
and said, That baby Is prettier than
the lowers; I will take that, too;' and
looking beyond TO the cradle, he saw
a mothers love, pouring out Yer her
babe like a gushing spring, and the
angel said, THE mothers love is the
prettiest thing / have seen; I will take
that, too And with these three treas
ures the heavenly messenger winged
his flight to the pearly gates, saying,
Before / go in I must examine the
mementoes OF my trip to the earth
He looked at the flowers; they had
withered, He looked at the baby's
smile. and it had faded. He looked at
the mothers love, and 1t shone In all
its pristine beauty Then ne threw
away the withered flowers. cast aside
the faded smile, and with. the mother
love pressed to his breast. swept
through the gates into the city. shout
ing that the only thing he had found