Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1915-08-24

the liue of playing hockey and going
In a-washing on Sunday. Alas! alas!
for my lack Of judgment in the Sc
lection of my friends. These and
countless other reflections of SINH.
lar nature fitted through my brain
as sat with my father in the parlor
of the Majors house waiting for
him to come in. fully expected to
see large ferocious man with black
beetling brows, massive iron jaw
covered with dangerous looking
black whiskers, a flashing, fiery eye,
speaking in a tongue so laden with
learning that it would be impossible
to understand word he said. So
there | sat stiffiy in my chair forth
flying myself with what little courage
| could muster to be prepared for
the worst. My father was large
and commanding person, to whom
under ordinary circumstances of
danger and distress | had always
looked to for protection with perfect
confidence; but in this transcendent
crisis, even his presence failed to
reassure me. | longed to be back at
home, where could hear a mothers
voice and see the familiar things
AMI faces about the farm. In a
vague way | wondered why | had
formerly, for it now seemed years
since | had left my mother, so de-
spsed to do chores and run errands
for her. | even thought that now |
could feel real interest if not
genuine enthusiasm in my sisters
pottering about. for which | had
used to manifest so lordly con-
tempt. That | could, if only | had
the chance, even treat them with
, some degree of politeness and toll
GRAFTON. How changed and trans
formed was all my little world, and
OH how dark and dismal the future
stretched out before me, as | sat
there with the sweat of agony drip.
ping from my face and hayseed
gently sitting from my hair.
All, what a cruel, cruel thing ad-
vanced learning was. To be torn
away from home, to give up the
care free life in the country, to have
no negro boys to play with and lay
things on, no convenient woods with
saplings to bend down and ride as
horses. To give up all these delights
for the sake Of sitting primly at
YOUR books in a stuffy school room
listening to the whining drawl of
daily recitations. My spirit literally
sank beneath my cares.
Just about the time my agony
and despair was verging on the
brink of tears, a gentle, motherly
woman came into the room to bid US
welcome. You can't fool a boy
about some things. The moment
my eyes rested on that sweet. sympa.
thetic patient smiling face, and |
heard the gentle, refined voice, all
my fears and misgivings melted
away into thin air and | knew that
Mrs. Terrell and were going to be
fast friends and that | was going to
be at home here. And so it was
from that moment to the present
time.
confidently assert that no boy
who ever dwelt beneath the roof of
that home, ever felt anything
but the profoundest respect and
deepest affection for Mrs. Terrell.
She was in the truest sense of the
word a helpmate to her husband,
consecrating her whole life to the
service of his interests. She con-
tributed as much towards the sue
cess of the institution as the Major
did himself. and in no particular did
she ever fail or falter in the per-
Torrance of her duty. It has been
my privilege to know Mrs Terrell
from my boyhood days. and | take
pleasure in acknowledging upon this
occasion and to this audience gath
cred here tonight to do honor to her
distinguished husband. my lasting
debt Of gratitude to her for her
watchful and affectionate care of
me when was a timid little country
boy. away from home and mother
for the first time in my life.