The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-02-16

"Only two, Dennis one from Bordeaux,
with wine-n
"The other, Margaret For Coos sake
tell me the name Of the other"
'tFrom Liverpool the Northumberland"
ooh, the one, the very one! Ny poor
Ellen! Ellen mavourneen !"
With . wild despairing cry, he clasped
his hands above his head, and rocked him
seH2in hiswoe.
"Who is to go for my darling Who is
to bring her here to my armsf Oh, black
is this day for her as we'll as for me-"
His means were piteous but they brought
no answering look of sympathy to her cold,
hard face. -
eco over the way and see if O,Neil has
come homew
He pointed wildly to the door, and pushed
her from him with one trembling hand.
She hesitated for moment, while some,
thing cruel stole into the expression of her
eyes, hut the sicl: mar. turned a CHASTITY face
toward her, while he muSpured:
My dying curse be on you if
She sprang from the bed, and rushing
across the street, soon returned, followed
by O'Neil.
The sick man was still sitting up, his face
white and distorted, his hands huttering
idly over the blankets, and his pale lips
murmnring fond and loving words.
Ellen, mavourneenL Ah, my own little
darling! Cushla machree!"
He heard the mans heavy footsteps upo,:
the floor, and exclaimed eagerly:
| "O'Neil, we came from the same country,
and used to be friends. Will you do me q
kind turn now, and mako me happy for
| ever Z"
"What is it, Dennis, my mani Sure I
will do anything you ask me. Is il, the
priest you want Z"
No, no. But it is Ellen, my own little
niece, that has come from across the sea,
and IL, not able-to go-for her"
The last words were SO sad and wailing
that O'Neirs fine eyes filed with tears.
"In so and bring her to yon, Dennis.
Did the ship get.;n te-aay 81
! "Yes. She was telegrapbed last night.
The Northumberland, from Liverpool. Go
like a friend, and bring sne my own Ellen,
my own little girl. GiIIe machree."
els it child, Dennis 7" asked the young
man kindly, only anxious to serve his friend
and recognize his charge. =
"No, no. Not child now. 1t is ten
long years since she sat on my knee-the
pretty faced darling-and called me hel
best and kindest old unele.--No, not a child
now, O,Neil. She must be eighteen OF
more" -
elbow shall know herr"
"Know her! All, would know her BY
her pretty brown eyes and sweet dimplet
mouth. Know her! Why ask if her name
is Ellen Fitzgerald and Stop O'Neil," fol
the young man, as soon as he heard thu
name, had hurried to the door, 90 Tell he
gently, very gently, that Der uncle is sicl
and is longing for one look from her eye
and one word from her sweet rosy lips
O'Neil was already beyond the sound o
his last words and the sick man murmures
them to himself.
His wife, silent and stern as ever, sat b.
the head of his bed, as intent apparently OF
her own thoughts as the sick man was OF
his. --s
- be KING heF, MaTSareG :! Dc hnu
my own little niece. You know, by my will
1 leave you one half of all I'm worth-th
other half to her, my only sisters child
one dies before the other, the survivor re
, ceiyes the whole"
ALI this was said slowly, almost indis
tinctly; the sick man pausing every now an
0 then for breath.
@Be kind to her, Margaret. have beel
D kind to you. The law would give you onl,