The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1856-08-07
For the National Era.
M R S. H A D DE N.
CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XII
Poor Jamie Hadden Joined the Know Moth
ings He did not think of doing it when he
went out of the house that Wednesday evening.
He had not the remotest idea that he would ever
do it. since his mother, Ada, and Julia-to say
nothing Of his father-were so opposed to it.
Bat Jerome Baker met him at the gate. He
vas there, waiting for him in the singing cold /;
and, when James came out, he beckoned to him,
and said, Come" with the mystery of his order
in his tones and his whole air. Shoulder to
shoulder, they went on towards the other village
across the river, their heads close together,
jerome intently speaking, James intently list.
ening. When they reached the main street,
hey turned down it toward the Town Hall.
When they came opposite the Hall, they halted
a long time at the side of the street; Jerome
talking and gesticulating with a finger on his
palm, James listening with thoughtful eyes on
the dimly lighted Hall windows where the meet
Tags Of the order were held. At length, with
slowest steps, they went down the path to the
Hall door; to halt again when they reached it;
to halt there until, just as James was turning
back to return to the street, some men, some of
toe best men of the village, came out into the
door, AID saw James, and spoke to him; sha-
King hands with him, telling him they were glad
10 see him there; drawing him in while they
talked, shaking his hand; drawing him in, and
closing the wide, heavy door, behind him.
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said James the next day, when he was telling
Ada about it. "Im sorry, as true as live,
an! that I've joined them; for, somehow, it
seems to put mother and you all off ten thou
sand miles from me. felt this from the very
moment that | gave myself up to join them. 1
knew you'd all hslfhate me for it."
"Oh, James, we shan't!"
No, you won't, any more than one of the
angels would. But you'll pity me. You'll be
weeping over me as the rest of the angels are
'a'd to do, when any of as mortals go wrong.
But tell you, Ada, you don't know the need
there is of this movement we are makingl You
Cont begin to know; nor mother either You
fright here, both of you, where you never see
aC4iholic-except little Kate, and she is no
more Catholic than am, in reality; only she
links she is. But she don't know"-
tie was interrupted by Hates coming in, with
TIE bright, pleasant face she always had, when
she was not in one her sudden fits of crying,
poor child for her "old mother" and for "dear
Old lreland.") She brought q fine linen hand
Aerchief, to tell James that he "must put q
marx to that, as he had been doing to the rest
Of bis things for fear it would be lost intirely,
some day." James received the handkerchief,
Inst nodded his thanks, and then said, "Thank
you. You're nice little girl, Kate, did you
AnOw it?r
We're not little Kates eyes bright then did
she not laugh then? and did not the warm
OiOOd make her face one of the prettiest one
ever sees? and her heart one ofthe happiest? She
came tor this, in fact. She was long time
hI'ung upon her ostensible plea. For every
peasant word of James's was sweeter than
money to her. She could live and be happy
AI bird, whole week, upon a word, or even
LOOK OF his. She kept herself tidier than any
o1er Irish girl at F., for his sake; for his
s4Ge' Kept the house tidier than any other house
1|, so that many 6 visiter said to Mrs.
MADDEN, " I our kitchen is as pleasant as q par.
w ATs hsdden." 1t made little Kate CRATE
HOA 10 near MIS- k1eoucu tc-
P!' as she always did" 1t is all little Kate
DONG. I'm the worst hand in the world at keeping
..angs straight" But it was nothing to what
vas when jamie held the clear glass of
Hs'er up IN his hand to look through it, when
us eyes, with bright appreciation and pleasure
mem, went round over the clear windows,
and utensils
j., here's nice Baldwin for you, Kate" pick.
s.le Out of the dish before him the largest and
arrest apple he could find, and giving it to her,
hand. 'Ao ~ 'oo' 'O' - '-''
g. and, yer honor live until can do the same
angling, and with her ewes full of tears. She
alluded to little story she had long ago told
Nh es OF beggar in old Ireland, who, when
me Squire gave him a shilling, said. as she had
~! ~ Done to James" And, yer honor live nm
a6 can 90 the same for you"
q pic tell you about the extract they show
el me from the leader of a late Catholic paper?n
James, drawing himself up from the
sOOmy abstraction in which he had been sitting
'"lce nate went out.
No, Jamie; what was it?
"hy, the writer 1.-THE editor, of course) said,
aSo many words, that no one need talk to them
s;o o oa'nohcs, that isl of hberality and conces-
oO OI towards Protestantism that the Church
r'o not be expected to concede anything to SO
s.eHt an error as the church conceived Protest.
). s@ 70 be; that, when the tins comes, (as
S;n surely vii Gomez when the Catholic religion
ro,S Te In the sAeendency, in this country, then
s IN need not talk of concessions; for they
Oflb no' come What can you or any one think
'"a', Ada? Don't you see that it smacks q