The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-10-25
NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, OCTOBER Is, 1858.

NEW UKLE
| end; and again she caught at the window
| frame as if it were an iron cage.
just across the street was Squire Lynn's
old place-a queer, fashioned stone
house in the midst Of a: clean-sbayen lawn
and forest trees. Martha's perception was
acute enough to see how every trait of the
place betrayed the life of its Owners--gen-
erous, refined, graceful.
! Mary Lynn and she had been classmates
at the seminary, and used tqu1walk home to-
gether, for Mary had no false pride. Since
| then Martha watched her with q curious in
terest, though, of course, their friendship
had ceased, except for pleasant nod and
smile now and then.
Their lives were SO utterly apart. Heaven
had showered such full choice blessings on
that girl. Martha could catch a glimpse of
Fher now through the folds of the lace win
dOw-curtains of the squire's library; sewing
by the lamp. How delicate, and fair, and
quiet she was, her face still with content
and security
1t was not her beauty that Martha en-
chances she had. g The chances--the very
air of that house is fun Of life, and music,
and culture every day. Not one of these
men and women to whom she talks that
does not help her to knowledge and refine
ment. 1t is easy to live nobly, supported
by n0bler souls"
am afraid it was bitter smile which
Martha gave at that moment, seeing Sam
Carton epter the gate.
Over the street young Robrt Fullmer, the
barrister, had stopped at Squire Lynn's.
People said he was soon to MARRY Miss
Lynn.
No man in his party, they also said, had
the mental force of Fullmer; even his enc
mics prophesied sure and speedy ascent
for him.
. 8. Ali her life a first chance for her." said
Martha to herself. Railways power, and
place to stand where she can make Heaven
and man glad that she has lived"
1t was the night before New Years day,
and wild fancy crossed her mind. What
if with the new year q new life could begin
for herself If some magic could tear her
out of this dull, vulgar common place, and
give her, too, a higher heroic destinyf
g. wouldn't care how terrible was the
pain it held" she said, il"
Sam Carton opened the door just then.
Now, the girl loved Sam, whether sheknew
it or not. She hurried a smile ON her face,
SO as to please him, and felt o little crest
fallen when he did not notice it or her par
icularly, but began talking, as her father
had done all day, of the meeting, and old
Duke, and the gov'ner question.
:" But forgot, Matty," he said at last
you don't care whether we elect our can
didate or not. What do you see out of the
window, ehf It's a biting cold night )"
coming up beside her. !" Yon's Bob Full
mer, going in there. they say he's persua-
ded that pretty daughter of Lynn's into
marrying him. It's pity"
why :" SHARPLY. "What do you know
'SHe's not the true wood for o man, Mat
ty,n rubbing his red hands in his numbering
slow way. Z" Not the true woodi There's
things about him wouldn'5 say-to you.
But that was q scouhdrelly trick, now, he
played our firm about that screw. matter. |
You mind'7"
eyes, something of it, indifferently."
"That did set my teeth on edge. I've |
sworn often I'd be revenged on Bob Fullsf
mer for that. But it's likely it'll go off in.
swearing" with a good natured laugh. |
90 What are. you going to do to- morrow,
Mattyq It's a holiday Years day, |
you know" |
! Martha looked at him wistfully.
Il don't know think Sam, if one |
could have a new life-Tbegin all over again
to morrow"
"Eh? Yes! see," looking gravely out |
of the window, his face reminding her, as it |
often did, that there were depths of quiet |
and seriousness about him in which she had |
no share. Most days seem like that to |
me-a fresh start" He was silent little
while, then reused himself. fWell, Matty,
l must be off. only stopped to look at you |
on my way to the meeting"
She stood tapping on the window sill. |
This was the end of most of their inter /
such every day jog-trOt sort of
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