The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-06-07
uoHHuo grAR AND CATHOLIC NksSEN0Gk.
NEW ORLEANS. SUNDAY. JUNE T. 1868.
From tho Cstholic WorldI
NELLIE NETTERV1LLE (; NJ
ONE OF THE TRAKsPLANED ED.
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essay no more, desr say no more
first time to what Dire straits the sac
necessity of these days of woe may bl1nl
us. And, therefore, to all who come to thll
moor hut but more especially to those VINO
for honor and for conscience sake, hav.
laid down wealth and power elsewhere,
have but one word-cne grees,nS' + and tina
Welcomes"
GA hundred thousand welcomes!" re
peated a feeble, quivering voice close t.
the strangers elbow. He turned and 1ooke'
for the first time steadily at Lord Netterville
of whose presence up to that moment he ha'
been barely conscious. The old man has
risen from his seat, and stood smiling AM
bowling oourteously, evidently thinking h
was doing the honors of home, of which
however humble-he was yet the undOubtet
master.
Our house is poor, sir" he went on
"once, indeed, we boosted of Il better bu
let that pass. Such as it is-such as Oul
enemies have made it-you may reckon
assuredly upon meeting an Irish welcome
in it,"
"Sir," whispered Nellie, through he1
tears, fearing lest the stranger might break
in too rudely on the old mans delusion;
g he ia old he has been 1.-The fancies he
has reached his home; you must excuse
him."
The unknown turned his eyes upon the
girl with q look SO full of reverent sym
pathy, that it went straight to her heart,
never afterward to be effaced from thence.
She felt that her grandfather would be safe
in such kindly hands, and was turning
quietly away when Lord Nettervil1e, still
enacting his fancied character of host, threw
handful Of dry wood upon the fire, and
the blaze that instantly ensued fell full upon
his features, which had hitherto been
started violently.
"Good God!S he cried, in tone of ire
irresistible astonishment. "Is it possible
that see Lord Netterville, and in such a
plight ?"
Nellie joyously, feeling as if the stranger
must have been sent by Providence espe-
cially to help her in the hour of her utmost
need. " You know my grandfather ~
'sI ought, at any rate, }" he answered, with
q sad smile, as he took Lord Netterville's
proffered hand. "For we fought together
and were beaten at Kilrush I; my first battle
and, as suppose, his last"
"Har' cried the old man, " Kilrush
Kilrush who speaks to me of Kilrush
Were YOU there, sir Time must have
played sad tricks upon my memory then,
Tor truth to say do not recognize You"
''Nay, my good lord said the stranger
soothingly, 1T would he stranger still if
you had done SO, for was but beardless
bow in those days. Nevertheless l remem-
Der uOu Lord Netterville, and surely You
cannot have altogether forgotten the cheer
we gave when you, tried and veteran
soldier, rode up to serve with lis as vol
unteer in the regiment ofyour gallant SON"
81 remember! l remember" cried the
old man eagerly. cit was Il bright and
glorious mOrning-and we charged them
Sallantlv-a bright and glorious morning,
but with IL sad and bloody ending. Alas I.
alas h. added, his voice falling suddenly
from its trumpet-like zone of eXultatiOn to
an old mans wall of sorrow. calais alas !!
how many of the best and-bravest that we
had among us lay dead and trampled in
the DUST as we withdrew from that fatal
field!
He bowed his head upon his breast, and
remained for II little while absorbed in
pause to say
.sIen knew my father, sir! You must
have known him if yon We're near Lord
NetterviAc. ut Kilrush; for father and son
charged side by side, and We're seldom, as I
have since been told, ten minutes out of
each others sight during the whole of that
bloody battle"
knew your father; yes, dear lady-if
your father was, as suppose, Colonel Net
terviiie-f knew him we'll He was the
bosom, friend of my uncle and namesake,
Roger Moore of LEX, who placed me in his
regiment when joined the Irish army"
"Roger Moore of Lick cried Nellie, Il
flash OF enthusiasm lighting up her face !;
Roger Moore-the brave-the gifted-the
first leaderin noble cause, whose.very name
was battle-cry, and whose followers rushed
into ghtshouting for tGod-our Lady-and
Roger Moore" Yes, yes; he was my fathers
friend. / remember even when l was
child, how he used to talk about him.
And yo.," she added, with sudden change
of voice and manner, and placing both her
hands IN abs ms 5nv1 ,nst Roger
father died."
CAT the battle of Benburb," said Moore
in q low voice; ga glorious battle-wel
fought and we'll won, and yet forever to b,
regretted, for the loss of one of Ireland
h,aucst and most faithful soldiers g