The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1914-05-09

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him; If, he loses the esteem, respect
and confidence of every one else on
earth, she still believes In him and
loves him. Son or daughter may be
lost to all possibility of reformation
may drain to the dregs the cup OF sin
and shame, but still she loves, even
more strongly II possible, than before,
when as babes she kissed their little
pink feet and prayed that they might
never 60 where she would be ashamed
to find them; that they might never
carry her child upon an unrighteous
errand; that they might always walk
in the straight and narrow path. The
| light Of love Ia always burning in the
window OF her heart to welcome the
lamb that has gone astray. to light the
way home for the prodigal Hers is
the greatest love because it is most
like the love Of Him who is Love, and
whose Invitation, impeIled by infinite,
eternal love, has never been with
drawn-"Come unto me all ye that la
Dor and are heavy laden and will give
you rest" One who had some realiza-
tion of the depth Of mother love has
said:
The richest fiber OF her life into your
own she wove;
Your golden memories are set with
Jewels of her love.
Lies alabaster box she breaks and
pours 1t on your heads,
The perfume OF her sacrifice through
all your being spreads.
Sordid indeed is he who never felt
a thrill Of gratitude when he thought
Of the love and gentleness OF his
mother; of her tireless ministrations
when he suffered. of her ever anAiu..s
watchfulness for his safety, her un-
wearied vigilance in protecting him
/ from evil influence and temptation.
May Riley Smith writes:
The sweetest face in all the world tu
me,
Set in frame OF shining silver hair
With eyes whose language is fidelity
/ This is my mother, Is she not most
fair?
Let fortune smile or frown, Whichever
she will;
1t matters not, scorn her fickls
ways
never shall be quite bereft until
lose my mothers honest blame ant
praise.
How proud, how glad. how gratefu
is the mother who has the love. th'
admiration, the never-waning affection
Of son such as one we have in min,
who from a distant state wrote her
I'm glad you are my mother. In
glad | am your son; indeed, I'm prout
to be the son of such mother" AM
| she was proud to be the mother Q
such a son. There Is love, there i
happiness and gratitude. and sucl
| should be the relationship betweei
mother and son, regardless of position
wealth or social standing. Such a sol
is not racked with remorse when sh
who has been his guardian angel an
! guiding star has gone to her reward
He does not moan, And bitterest ar
my tears that it's too late to say,
did not know how wonderful yo
were-'"
The setting apart of day to b
known as Mothers Day (Snndas
May 10. this year, for the purpose 9
/ giving universal emphasis to the hol
ness Of motherhood, and the depth, tn
Wilderness, the constancy Of mothe
lONc, ID Il Dli6Ht anu tiC 'S"' c--.N-.. :
the history of the world. 1t siow
growing reverence and respect for tha
which is pure and good. May an e.
pressioi heard in a conyersation-ne
an imaginary one. either-betwee
three men recently be che thought
every man and women at no distar
day. One wearing a white carnatio
was asked in joking way, What ar
'you wearing that for? This is ne
Mothers Day The reply was, Ever
day is Mothers Day" Whereupon tn
third exclaimed, That's right: II is
If we could gather up all the floS
ers that bloom, from the giant ma
nciia to the modest little violet; II y
could make them into a garland thi
would encircle the world. and coul
pour over them all the perfume th'
has made the breezes Of summer red
llent for a century. and could bind the
with golden bands, set with the ricl