Fillmore Progress | 1915-01-22 | Page 6 | The Letter

THE LEUER im all day mother listened for the post mans ring slie she was expecting a letter from her boy when lie had loft left homo home to take his new job in a distant city to begin for himself tile the battle with life to which till all mothers must some day send their sons send them with a smile to hido hid tile bitter tears lie had promised faithfully tai that at lic ho would write write regularly and often at first lie did ile he was home sick then alone in a little room at night flight liis his soul poured forth in volumes to the loved ones lie hild left behind but by and by new friendships formed now drew liim him on oil and the letters lionie home became fewer and briefer not that lie meant to be neglectful elect lect fill cruel deap dpp in ili his heart tile lovo love for mother and kin kill remained fine and strong but lio to was a man now flow and men tire ine prone to be careless aboul such things men inen have ever known arid and can call never know how tile mot mothers liers heart yearns so simple a tiling thing is a letter so 60 easy to write so inexpensive to mai I 1 I 1