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Show ! PR. VANCE'S DAILY ARTICLE IQ l HY 1)11. JAMES I. VANCE. It Is a lovely line that tells the story of the heart of Alary, the mother of JesiJo. "She kept all theso things and pondered thorn in her heart." A! mother's heart Is a treasury. "What Mary did for Jesus, every mother does for her child. Your mother did it fori you. " j People said things to her about her. child, and she pondered them in her heart. S'ne repeated them to her friends. They were commonplace to her. People who have children under-! stand. People who have sen3e enough' to stop and listen to a child's prattle,' to stoop down and Iodic into a child's; face, find themselves on the edge ofj life's wonderland, where ' being, emerges to adventure existence. A mother watches her baby grow. I She sees tho leaps ho lakes from day to day In learning how to meet the. strange world into which lie has come.' The slightest efforts toward articulate! speech amae her, and every sign t,hat scorns to say he kntnvs enchants tho' mother heart. I All tho little Incidents of childhood she does not forget. A mother's heart "is the recording angel of a child': lii;. The years have flown, but your mother moth-er can tell y.ou what you said and -tld when you were a baby. Ever and again she opens this book of sweet memories and turns the paes and reads a bit here and there aoout you when life was as yet unwlthei'cd and unstained. No matter what you have become since, you were a wonder ihen. What a time was that, buck tin re In the hallowed security ol babyhood: and childhood, when all your P'ouhlos you rolled ofr on her, when her hand wiped the tears away, and hor lips said: "Never mind; go to sleep;" when her eyes mirrored heaven and her love built its walls of 'ignc. It was before you had wandered Conscience Con-science was still clean, and habit had not fettered tho will. You nad not grown hard and cynical and calculating. calculat-ing. It was dawn. It was early morning. morn-ing. The dew was on the gns.. and the bird notes floated from' the tree-tops, tree-tops, and tho year was at th; spring. Then it was your mother stored her heart with treasures. anU7shehas been "going In the "strength" of ihdt rreat many days." Don't you think it about tima to give- her old heart a new thrill. |