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Show A Gentleman. I was once spending the night in a ' beautiful home in a- large city. At j about 9 o'clock my host, a gentleman of about 55 years of age, got up, went out into the hall and put on his overcoat over-coat and rubbers. Returning to the parlor door, he said:' "Excuse me, please, for just a few minutes. I am going to say good night to my mother." His mother lived three blocks distant, dis-tant, and for thirty years her son had never failed to go and bid her good night if he was in the city. "No matter what the weather may be, no matter who hhs guests are, my husband never fails to run over to his mother's and bid her good night," said the gentleman's wife when he had gone. "Neither he nor she could sleep if this duty had been neglected. When his business compels him to be away from the city, he writes to her every day. if only a single line. "Her mental powers are beginning to fail, and she forgets many things, so that her mind is a blank on some points; but when 9 o'clock comes she always knows the hour, and says: "It is time for Henry to come and bid me good night.' " , '"".w'r- - - ' |