Something About Mother

Listen my careless, fun lovuig darllng, I want to speak to you of your mother. It may be tliat you liare noticed a careworn look upon her fice lutely. Of course it has not been brouglit there by any net of yours, fitill It is your duty to chase it awiiy. I want you to get up to-morrow moriiing and get breakfast, and when your mother begins to express her surprise to jro riglit up aud kiss her rlght on llie iiKiuth. You can't imagine how it will brijíliten up her dear face. Bes-Ules, you owe her a kiss ov two. Away back In the dim distant past when you were little, she kis8ed you, when no one else was tempted by your fevoi-tainted breath and swollcn face. You wcre not so attractive then as now. Añil through those years of ohlldUfa sunshine and sha low she was always ready to cure by the magic of a mother's kiss the little, diity, chubbv hands whenever they weie injured fn tlieir skinnishes with the roiijrli, OOld world. And then the midniglit k'ses with which she routed so many bad dreams as she leaned over your restless pillow, have all been on interest these long years. Of course, she is notso pivttv and kissable as you are, but if yon liad done your sliare of the work during the nast ten vears, the contest woukl no be so inaikcd. Her face bas more wnnkle than yours - fur mort - and yet, ii' you were -ick, that face would appear more beautiful tban any angel's, as it hovered over you watchinj; every opportanlty to minister to your comfort ; and every one of those wrinkles would appear as briglit wavelets of suneliine chaslng cacli other over her deur face. Slie wilï leave you olie of these days. These burdens, f'not lifled from her shoulders, will break lier down. Tho9e rongh, hard liands that did io many unnecessary tbings lor you will be crossed upon he lifeless breast The neglected lipa that guve you your tirst baby kiss bc ilo.ed forever, and those tin-il cyes will have opened in etcniity, and then you will appreclatt your motber; but it will be too late.