The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1913-12-25
FRITTERS
BY GENERAL sToNEwALL
NY MOTHER At the GATE.

The friends who grew around me, their loving
looks and words,
But the sweetest, dearest image that fancy
cancTeate,
Is the image of my mother my mother at the
And there see her standing,
Her face so puIe and fair.
The sunlight and the shadow
On her snowy cap and hair.
feel the soft warm pressure,
The hand that clasp my own;
| see the look of fondness
That in her blue eyes shone.
Ihear her parting blessings.
The lapse of weary years..
look though all my sorrows
At her own sad silent tears.
Ali midst the darkest trials,
That mingle with my fate
turn to that dear image,
My mother at the gate.
But she has crossed the river.
Is with the angels now
Has laid aside earth's burdens.
And the crown is on her brow.
She's clothed in clean. white linen.
And walks the streets of gold:
Oh. loved one. safe forever.
Within the Saviour's fold.
No sOrTowing thought can reach thee
No gliefs are thine today;
God gives thee joy for mourning.
And He wipes the tears away;
Thou art waiting in that city.
Where holy angels wait
And when cross the liver.
I'll see thee at the gate
The highest use of art is to make some
useful thing beautiful.
We may hide some things; but we can
not hide our idleness-you know truth will
out sooner or later.
A man who is not in sympathy with his
work, either of hand or brain, will not pro-
duce the things that are worth using.
The man who fired the first shot in the
civil war has just died again, this time in
Dallas, Texas, and it is SAID that there are
several more of him still on the pension
rolls.
Say Frank, it is dollars to doughnuts that
you wouldn't know Otto now You have
lost! Get Uncle John and the band boys
together and bring item down Xmas, and
l will divide my candy and peanuts with
you.
Well Hutch, my rabbits foot fails to
point toward the indicator any more; but
hold Some one has purloined our foot
and put cats-paw in its place. Do you
know whose chestnuts needs pulling out of
the fire now'
One of the hardest things for us to learn,
perhaps, is, that there is no such word as
failure, to the man OF woman, who never
(entirely) deserts the ship of honest endeav
or, who always stand at attention, with
head erect and face firmly set toward the
coming dawn of the Eastern Star.
Chickens most always come home to
roost, and unlucky sometimes, they hrd
themselves roosting in the frying pan =
.Ioral: Remember, truth and right may
be held down for time, but never SO low,
but what by and by, it will rise some day
to do honor to those who live them.
The only way to be content and happy,
every day of your life, under any,-all con
ditions of environments, is to do your duty
manfully and Willingly, aiding your fellow
man and woman in all ways possible. be it
only by kind look, gentle word-you
will find tina, in the end it will make you
morally healthy, wealthy and wise.
Fritters it is Fred, so from this on Butch
will look after the bread heels for his sau-
sage, and you and will say good bye, for
the fritters, will be dished up no more, nor
will you ever peruse another article from US
in these columns; fritters to burn-these are
burnt. because they are prepared in the
same pan, and dished up by the same hasher
take your choice and pass on; but say
how is the little grand daughter?
How is this for true, genuine charity (?)
"Well my SON. said good natured ia
ther to his eight year old son recently,
"what have you done today that may be
set down as good deed?'
"Gave a poor boy penny, replied the
hopeful.
''Son, that was charity, and charity is
always right. He was an orphan was her.
81 didn't stop to ask, replied the son.
81 gave him the money for licking boy
who upset my school bag"