The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-09-20

"What do the partners say 2" said Ellen,
swallowing down the sobs that were rising
| in her throat.
"They are kind" said Frank, " I can't
say they are not; but, of course, it is an I'M
comfortable state of things. Richard, indeed,
is most kind; blames himself so bitterly
for having hindered my going to the bank
yesterday. We are waiting now to find out
the number Of the notes. Mr.. Brown will
know them, he went to Cork, You know,
two days ago; we have telegraphed to
him"
"Mr. BROWNE that is the clerk above
you?"
(" Yes" said Frank, signing; "and the
only one above me, until now. Ellen, I'M
less this matter is cleared up, shall GER
tain ly be sent back to my old place in the
bank ~
81 don't think Richard Dunno will allow
that" answered his wife.
"Perhaps not" said Frank YEARLY, "but
it does not happen; my only hope is in
him."
=" And now, Frank dearest, come and
dress, and then have some dinner; you
will feel better and more hopeful after
wards and we will have a good hunt over
all your papers, and be able to look the
matter calmly in the face. Let us put our
trust in God, dearest" murmured his wife,
leaning over him and kissing his hot dusty
forehead. " He has been good to us all our
lives, and if it is His will to try us, must
we not be content Y"
"My precious wife, my life's comfortw
was Franks reply, us lie folded her i'll his
arms.
The search in Franks house proved fruit
less, no notes were to be found and when
the next morning he re-entcred the banking
house he found that no tidings of them had
reached the firm, save that Mr.. Brown had
ar ed the tall in
travelled by the night mail. He had fur
nished the numbers of the notes-they were
down in his pocket-book; and he spoke
with much asperity of the great carelessness
of his subordinate not having done the
same. Frank knew he was not favorite
with Mr.. Brown, and that the latter took
every opportunity he could of pointing out
a trifing mistake or negligence on his part
to the notice of his employers.
Frank supposed that Mr.. Brown would
have preferred that one of the older clerks
should have been raised to the position he
enjoyed. He did not know that he had been
led to believe that his own son would be
admitted into the bank if MIR. Grady,
the next clerk in standing to Mr.. Brown,
had been raised to Franks place, but that
given to a relation of Mr.. Grady's. to con-
tent him for the apparent injustice. All
this had been insinuated to Mr.. Brown by
Richard, who said Frank Murphy was good
fellow, no doubt; but somehow had a way
of g :tting into Mr.. John DUNES good
graces, which was very remarkable. How
ever, it was just as we'll to keep on good
terms with him, no one knew what might
happen old men did take such odd fincies
into their heads; sometimes they displaced
faithful and long tried servants for the
sake of young favorites who ingratiated
themselves with them. 1t was hardly to be
wondered at that Mr.. Brown disliked
Frank, and entertained Il suspicion of him.
Frank came home that ight in very low
spirits, and his wife had much difficulty in
cheering him up. She was disappointed,
too, at not seeing her brother, to whom she
had written, saying they were in trouble, but
not stating the nature of it. He had written
a line back to say he was attending family /
attacked by malignant fever, who had
already given the infection to some of their
neighbOrs; and as several were in a dying |
state, he could not possibly be absent from
his post for day or two she was to write
and tell him what was the matter. She was
also feeling very unwell; and after sitting
down to a dinner for which neither husband
nor wife had much appetite, Ellen lay down
on her sofa, and her husband sat beside
her, both very sad, but both trying to con-
ceal the extent of their depression from
each other. The servant entered the room
"1f you please, sir, there is policeman
below wanting to see YOU"
Franks face frightened for moment.
"Perhaps there is some news, Ellen.
Richard would be sure to send if he heard
anything" And he fastened from the
room.
Ellen, too anxious to wait, followed him
halfway down the stairs. A policeman
was standing in the passage, and as Frank
came up to him, the man said, in tone OF
real distress.
"rm very sorry, Mr.. Murphy, very sorry,
sir; but there is my warrant"
"Your warrant for whatP" said Frank,
in a bewildered tone, taking the paper the
constable offered.
For felony, sir" answered the man in
low voice "about them notes, sir. One
of 'em has been found, it seems, and things
look odd; but no doubt it'll all be right
enough by and by"