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Show j CLIFF MEMMOTT, Editor J Tftothels Day ds unaxj . Sunday, May 11, Democratic America will pause Hi to PaV tr'ue our Mothers. . . And what a wonderful "i ffpportunity it is for all of us to reflect through our own experiences the tremendous influence our own Mother had on our lives. . . Since realizing that next Sunday is Mother's Day, I nave been thinking of an appropriate tribute I might : offer on this most important occasion. . . The answer came 1 ! from Mrs. Violet Gentry, Ioka correspondent, in a beautiful parable foT Mothers, which is as follows: t A Little Parable For Mothers By Temple Bailey The Young Mother set her feet on the path of Life. f "Is the Way long?" she asked. - ' wOi And her guide said: "Yes. And the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning." But the Young Mother was happy, and she would not V believe that anything could be better than these years. So 1 ahe played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams , and the sun shone on them and Life was good, and the Young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this." Then night came, and storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and th Mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Oh, Mother, we are not . afraid, for you are near, and no harm tan come." And tha Mother said. "This is better than the brightness of day, for I hare taught my children courage." And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, ' ind the children climbed and grew weary, and the Mother j I lit weary but at all times she said to the children, "A i, ufle patience, and we are there." So the children climbed, I aadwhen uiSy reached the top, tney,-saio, "ife could not . V sittae it without you, Mother." And the Mother, when J she lay down that night, looked up at the stars and said. 1 'This is a better- day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave j ! them courage: Today I give them strength. t i And the next day came strange clouds which darkened 1 the earth. . . clouds of war and hate and evil, and the ! children groped and stumbled, and the Mother said, "Look ; up. lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked I and saw above the clouds an Everlasting Glory, and it flilded them and brought them beyond the darkness. And Jthat night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God." And the days went on, and the weeks, and the month,, and the years, and the Mother grew old. and x IK was little and bent. But her children were strong tad lalL and walked with courage. And when the way S hard, they helped their mother and when the way wai rough they lifted her. for she was as light as a feather and at last they cam to a hilL and beyond the hni they could see a shining road and golden gates Hung wide. And the Mother said, "I have reached the end of my Journey. And now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk and their children ) SI after them." And the children said. "You will always walk with Hi, Mother, even when you have gone through the galea." i And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, . and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory." I i "SHE IS A LIVING PRESENCE" j v E v e1 ! "The Lord will hear when I call unto him" (Psalms 4:3) ( .'Ms is the promise of the power of prayer humbly k ievouUy asking the All Highest for strength and guid- . ! live as His children, to make ourselves in all things ' Wo of His help. v E v ' ' ! ious?1616 are now 3-825 press agents employed by the var-i var-i bw epartments of the government at Washington and the . seodj l klU a newsPaPer is to fill it with the piffle they ' ' I 30 |