The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-05-07


bloodred tongue, dies in defense of her whelps.
Tigers cub or VOLTS whep, would rather feel the
rough caresses of the hairy paws of my savage
mother I would rather have her care and protection
than that of official animal trainer
II once saw a little tmorous mother quail with
marvellous intelligence and still more marvel
GUS courage protect her brood by exposing
herself to the hunters aim. then realized that
nothing could take the place of mother love-
IF it's divine fire so and thrills the heart
of beast and Bird with what intensity does 1t con-
some the BOSOM with what ecstacy inspire the soul
ct a woman for the child of her Uody Although she
knows that she must risk her own to bring forth
new lfe she does not draw back Her loveit eyes be-
hold only visions of happiness, of glory, and OF
power to be realized by her unborn child With
smiling lips. and eager heart she enters the vale OF
shadows The first cry of the newborn falls on
her ear sweet as the music of paradise. Her trem-
bling hands caress the tender skin; her soul cries
out the anxious question: will my baby liver The
torturing days of convaescense fly swiftly upon
wings of hope She nestles the tiny helpless thing
to her BOSOM sustains it with milk of her body
every drop drawn from fountain of infinite love-
with indescribable solicude she watches over
her offspring. Even when her body sumbers, her
soul keeps vigil and her hands in unison with ner
spirit will stretch forth to soothe the baby back to
sleep. With glowing pride she watches the growing
child shields it from HARM guides it along the paths
of recttude inspires it's soul with lofty sentiments
of honor and of faith in the eternal God.
when time has piled the SHOWS upon her head
and turned her brown or locks to white, her
love will still abide ripper and sweeter with the pass
ing years Though she may live until her children
are themselves grown old and gray, she yet will see
the silken locks of youth; their roughened hands
Of hob hnpor
voices bear to her the tender and melodious notes
Of infancy And when at last she approaches the
PORTALS of death there soace SO sweet as the
presence of those she bore to people and replenish
the earth
For mother love there is substitute. If there
be truth in religion, then this holy sentiment was
planted in womans heart by the hand of God. 1t has
made life possible 1t is in truth the very source OF
life itself When all other passions are dead 1t sur
wives 1t will pass through the fiery furnaces of dis
grace and yet live. 1t will endure the scorching
breath of contumely with unwavering fidelity.
"A mother will enter prisons of shame and kiss
q felon hand thrust through the bars. She Will SIT
beside the accused in courts of law, when the mob
leers and the heartless machinery of justice grlnds
its grist agony, and with unwaver1ng faith main
tain her child innocent She will stand at the foot
Of the scaffod and when the trap has fallen, cover
It is still to her the sucking she Rugged
to her breast. .5y SEX
But If the path of life has led her son to fields
of honor her heart will glow with pride, inefabe,
unspeakable If he is called to war, she will bid
him goodbye with dry eyes although her heart is
filed with tears She will maintain firm and nope
full mien that he may gain sublimer courage from
her sublime example. When he sleeps upon the
tented field her spirit will keep watch. Whilst he
is slumbering she will pray. In the agony of waiting
she will die thousand deaths, but will choke back
her sobs and hide her torture. She will search for
him amongst the slain and try with kisses to warm
the dead and unrespohsive lips to life. She Will
coffin her heart with the beloved body. and her soul
will keep the eternal vigil of deathless love.
Mother love! 1t has produced fondled. reared,
inspired and gloriied all of the shadowy hosts who
have passed across the bank of time since man
first raised his eyes toward the heavens.
1T is, say again, the golden cord that binds
the earth to God"