Hinesville gazette. (Hinesville, Ga.) 1871-1893, January 06, 1873, Image 1
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Widow'* Only Son.” It was original
ly printed, weliclicve, in one of the
New York papers twelve years ago.
Wo think it will bear re-reading,
containing, as it does, raay beauti
ful sentiments:
“Mother, I will be everything to
you that lean be; I promise you
that.’*
The boy lifted his head. A look
of high resolve made the young brow
manlike in its expression. Not yet
had ten summers deepened the gold
on those fair locks. The earnest blue
eye looked fondly in the face that
beamed over him. There was a world
of love in his soul—a love that was
not only lip-deej), but was proved by
acts of sell-detual.
They were poor—that mother and
son—oh, how poor they were. You
could almost see how poverty had
drifted over everything about them
—drifted whitely over the pine chairs
and tables—drifted over the humble
quilt that had grown so faded—drift
ed over their clothes and through
them till patch after patch was plac
ed ou the sad havoc that pittiless
drifting want had made.
But in holy heart-love they were
richer than the Rothschilds ; yes,out
of their bank in heaven—that bank
directors here might sneer at—they
drew every day, every hour,uncount
ed treasure.
“Mother, I will be everything to
you that I can be; I promise you
that.”
The words are beautiful enough to
be repeated. Henry Locke smiled,
because as he spoke there came tears
to his mother’s eyes. He had been
promised that, morning a place in a
little country store, five mile- from
the cot, Qr rather a cabin,where they j
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DAY, JA-Xr.VUY <i, 1878.
fnvtnj-'froikjife mother; for a
•■ pi that fceMp hand; for the
J tlmt cm no
f . itffs he was bravely
rd work. to
.tha>G !"dion>.
i J.Jte ii ho came,
he had
t•; ni <;d£ tt&jftfcrh w&sTsv. • i • ■ it, ■
t it to her.
curtained
1 1 "Ir on
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'•■ - Bsciftg the hilly
-'is :;y. aif ;.■.■.hay. wagon:,
' ;, nd
•twilight dec-, i
IfetteAfut * it l •wfcnlE -ii c \v 1 i 1
m£fo, bc'&mxfr rs£%‘Urt^‘;<'m c that
wiittf blev? fiercely, and
qjSjy old ajiple
clap boar !-.
w&h a spite,
$-. Tittfd yindows, sheeting
jtlem, ami making dreary rapsfc. So
thq quite coi|fident4hat Hen
■e ortt in that
rest.
She knew not bow long she had
slept, when a voice awakened her.
The sweet voice, so dear to her, was
crying “Mother I mother l” At first
shethonght.it but a dream,bnt listen
ing intently she heard, blending with
the wail of the wind, that cry, and a
sound against the latch greeted her.
Instantly rising, she groped for a
light, unfastened the door and beheld
Henry standing there, a piteous sight
indeed, covered with mire, literally,
from head to foot. Ilia face was wet,
but the honest, happy smile was no
ways abated.
“My boy, how could you come on
such a night?” exclaimed the widow.
“Why, mother,storm couldn’t keep
me from you,” was his hearty re
sponse. “I’ve had the greatest time,
though, you ever did see—lost my
way, got into a creek, and it must be
midnight; but I meant to come, for
S. gave me a trifle over to night, and
I knew how much you needed it.”
“My darling,” sprang from the
mother’s full heart, with a .tear or
two that trickled down her pale
cheeks.
“I wonder I have not thought be
fore,” she said, musingly. “After
this, I'll put a light in the window.
To be sure, it won’t show far; but
when you get to the top of the hill it
will be pleasant to see it, and know
that I am watching for you.” '
For three years the lamp was plac
ed in the little window every night.
People often remarked it, and “as
bright as mother Lock’s little win
dow.” became a favorite saying.
At the end of that time young
Henry was offered a good chance on
hoard of a willing J he re
j sol ved try accept it it cost him none
to part from
PPfcNlfei almost, worship
‘qp|ieknow that the
Phonic W*v©fl he must go forth
battle tor him
, > ’ ;* '' s •E. •* .. ' : >
mg' to.inc- Henry,” said the
v •••’■ rcmbling lips she
fisjfe'him;j; rt |B if I must ' still.
JPWfe light in thJptlo window, I
hall think l hoar the
sound of vour foq*epm the click of
the latch, and v<SjaWßaiaant voice.
Oli. Henry, IlenryffT I could but
light you over the Worm v waters!”
“Mother, God Wjt do that, 1 ’ said
Henry .pointing glowing heav
en. “God will..ifipjt' me through
storm and thronghfcalm; bill, moth
er, f shall think ' fe’pfy night that
the lamp is in the window; that you
sit, near it; thafe®j*nebody lessee
you for th© guidih.ti ray, and above
ally tliat you are paying for me.”
M
The long voyago,|was almost end
ed, but anoth(jr4jtVoya|e was to
end before that., widow Locke
was taken ill. Ya§| with unfailing
regularity, with feeble steps and*
tremulous hand, ui.ihtlf the dear wo
man trimmed the |ifjtle lamp and
placed it in thewirpow,. Still,when
the bended form c#M no longer tot
ter about the coltam when she lay
helpless upon her yjsTaad the neigh
bors came to care.-mjr b.er, she*would
.say, “Put the littlg pHftg in tjie win
dow ; my Senry w |l be thinking of
it.” ■ ■ j •
aiier imii"
her eyes grew dim, she would watch
the radiance of the flickering light,
only saying sometimes, “Shall I live
to hear his footsteps? Will that fee
ble flame still bum when my life’s
light has gone out?
“Pray with me,” she muttered,
“that I may see him before I die. Oh
lor this most precious boon 1”
In vain all prayer. Slowly more
slowly, the wheels went round, and
the pulses, like ebbing drops, fell
fainter and fewer, until one calm
night in summer, the waters were
scarcely stirred.
She lay quietly, a smile upon her
lips, her eyes closed, her hands fold
ed.
*
“I have longed to see him,” she
said ; “I have prayed earnestly; but
I have given it all up now. I shall
not meet him in this world.
“Have you put the light in the win
dow?” she asked suddenly, earnestly,
a few moments after. “It is growing
dark.”
Alas! it was not the light that was
growing dark.
Her hands grew cold. Over her
countenance came that mysterious
shadow that falls but once on any
mortal face.
“Oh, my boy, my boy !” she whis
pered ; “tell him,” —they bent lower
lo catch the falling words—“tell him
I will put a light in the window of
heaven to guide his footsteps there.”
The thrilling sentence was hardly
spoken, when the shadow dropped
from the suffering face, and it smiled
in the calm majesty of death.
A funeral.followed; .humble hearts
attended the body of one who was
loved for her sincere goodness, all
through tin 5 hamlet ; and on the hill
side, in a little graveyard, she was
S TT '■+**. : '-p. ' •• ■..,
buried.
Not, many days after a great ship
came into the port of a busy city.
Among all those Who stepped from
her decks none were mure hopeful,
more joyous, than.; young Henry
Locke, lie had passed through Use
ordea} of a sea life so, far unscathed.
No blight of. had falleif
ppon him. He had kept himself §g
spotless as if at, eygry .nightfall his
feet had been turned, towards tire,
door qltmsiqpWwr’s-eottage. How
his heart-bounded'as he thought of
her; Strangely enough, he never
dreamed‘she might be dead. It did
not. occur to him that pci haps her
silver locks were lying under the lid
pi. the coffin. Oh, no I he only
thought of the pleasant light, in the
window that her hands had trhn*sed
for him. • ,
Begutiful and bland was the dny
,oft which he traveled again the 'long
unaccustomed road/ How peasant
now tq go home with sufficient to
provide for the comfortrof that dear
mother. She would never want
ggain. He would take her to a bet
■ter home, and give her the luxuries
he had onpo longed to see in her
possession. That old arm-chair—
she ish mid have anew one, jeasy in
motion, elegant, in material, ’the
faded s,hawl, that had been folded
and re-folded year after year; the
old fashioned bonnet, with its one
band of crape; these^ yes, everything,
should be replaced with newer and
better. The flowers on the road aU
the very kine seemed to him turn
ing their meek eyes at the sound of
strange footsteps, to know that his
heart was glad with love and antici
pation. Hope on, dreamer! Yon
der comes one who trudges on lag
gingly—a farmer in heavy boots and
frock, his whip in His hand. He
cheers the lazy oxen, but suddenly
stops, amazed,
“ I see you know me,” said the
young sailor, smiling. “ Well, farm
er Brown, how is ”
“Know ye! why, how tall you
are! So”—his eye drops, his mouth
trembles—“ so ye’ve got homo.”
“ Yes, and glad enough to get back
again—how’s my mother? ”
“Your—mother”—he says it in
that slow, hesitating way that tele
graphs ill tidings before they are
told in words.
“Yes—is she well ? Is she expect
ing me? Of course she is; we’re
late by a month.”
“ Your mother; Henry, well—the
old lady—” lie plays with his whip,
or rather, strikes it hard on the dusty
road. How can he crush that happy'
heart I
“There, you need not speak!”
cried the young man in a voice of
sudden anguish, and he recoiled, al
most staggering, from the farmer’s
side and buried his face in his hands.
“ Henry, my poor lad, your mother
is ”
“ Don’t! Don’t! ” cried the other,
showing now a face from which all
color had fled. “Oh, my mother!
my mother!—she is gone, gone—and
I am coming home so happy.”
For some moments lie sobbed as
in agony'. How dreary the world had
grown! The flowers had lost their
fragrance, the sun its warmth: Ids
.heart seemed dead.
“ Henry, she left a message for
you,'’ said the old faiftaar, wiping his
eyes with the sleeve of his frOck.
“ A message for ms?it seemed > s
iftlie white lips could hardly speak-;
“ Yes ; site says—so my dame told
me, and so the minister said—•Tejl
Henry I will put a light in the win
dow of heaven' to grille his footsteps
there.' 1 ? *
“ Did shey oh, did she say that!
God bless you for telling me! All
thy long 'voyage Thave thought of
the light in her little window. I
to see it streaming
along, akmgdown to the foot of the
hill, till it grew brighter and brighter
as I drew nearer. A light in the
window of heaven. Yes, mother, I
will think still that yon are waiting
-tor ihe. I conld not see you in these
Jong yorspbut I knew the light
was burning. 1 cannot see you now,
but 1 know the light is burning, I will
come, mother.”
Not .there he thought her. All
robed in heavenly garments he saw
the beautiful soul he had called
mother, and streaming from the
brightness of her glorious home a
slender beahi seemed to come trem
bling to his very feet. Then he knew
.that the l ght had been placed in
tho window of heaven. *'
Once more lie knelt in the little
room where he had last left her.—
Nothing-was removed, but, oh, how
much was wanting! There on the
window sill, stood the little lamp—
brought Uj#> toys, nftpsh. But
lie noli kfglM#? l
bio, and kneeling by the bedside, as
if she could hear him,.he sought her
Savior, and consecrated himself to a
life ami work of righteousness. From
that cottage he went out into the
world, carrying his grief and sacred
memorial, but seeing always wher
ever his work led him, his waiting
mother, and the little lamp in the
window of heaven.
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THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE
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NO. 40.