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Show Why He Could Not Go to Her. The great depot was empty, save for two women. One had missed her train and was eager for the next, because home and loved ones were not far distant. dis-tant. She was not so absorbed in glad anticipations, however, as to be oblivious oblivi-ous to the fact that a sorrowful woman sat in a remote corner of the cheerless waiting room. To be sure, she had not spoken, but the tears which had been furtively wiped away from time to time were .more eloquent than words; consequently, con-sequently, with genuine longing to lend a hand, if possible, the hitherto light-hearted woman ' cautiously made advances until the tearful one was led to say: "I have been here to visit my son, and now 1 am going to ta:ie the long journey back to my desolate home. He is all I have, and so I shall be utterly alone now." The fortunate woman, who was looking forward to such a Joyous homegoing, was speechless iron very sympathy, and after controlling herself sufficiently to proceed the sorrowful sor-rowful one said: "I have looked upon the face of my boy for the last time, as I am too old to undertake this long journey again." "Oil, don't loose hcttrr:" urged the sympathetic stranger, as the aged speaker ended in sobs, "for if you cannot can-not come to him. he will surely go to you." Then the broken-hearted mother turned toward the window an si with an agonized look pointed to the Michigan state prison, looming up in the distance, dis-tance, and said, in a despairing tone, as she shook her head: "He's in for life!" Youth's Companion. |