The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-11-22

NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER g. 1863

/, SUNDAY MORNING., NOVEMB
ever it be; only take courage. Nothing can
nor shall harm you"
"Here, Ralph, just want you out here
minute" said the old woman, selling her
husband by the arm, and vigorously pro-
pelling him out of the back-door but add
ing for his private entertainments, They
want none of us here just now. There's
some bad trouble afoot, and they'd best be
let have it out"
"You're about right there, mother; and
I'll go bail that scrawl, John Leyland's
somehow at the bottom of it, ,"
Like enough, if all you've told me of
"True! Nay, wouldn't wrong him /;
but I've known him half my life and more,
and though it's six or seven years since
set eyes on him, he's not the sort as inn
proves with age. But hadn't best listen
out the matter, think you9 The mouse saved
the lion, you know"
For shame, Ralph! wonder at you.
We'd better begin the milking, too; we're
both like enough to be wanted by and by F;
and then the poor things I'll suffer badly, it
they are not seen to before" -
sS1-EOr, some moments after they had left,
Miss Leyland remained silent, seeking
words to give expression to her emotion.
Dear Lionel" she faltered moaningly
then suddenly flung herself upon his breast,
and cried aloud in sharp, quick tones: 80,
Leo, Leo, Leo! we must part, we must
part!"
"Never, dearest, never! Let your un-
Gle do his worst; he shall not separate us.
BE urged by me, my own Nell; give me
your hand now, and place yourself beyond
his reach forever"
You do not understood-you cannot
it is too horrible. o, that had died when
you left ME yesterday !"
.tTry to compose yourself, dear girl, and
tell me what distresses you, returned Aud
ly anxiously.
"They say am not my fathers child
his lawful child that he had a wife living
when he married my dear mamma; that he
murdered her, and-and-"
Monstrous! Absurd" exclaimed Lilo
mel Indignantly. "Do not allow such trash
to distress YOU"
60, it will drive me mad! 1t is too hor=
rible-and yet the skull! o, Lionel, you
remember it !"
"WhaS! That one found in the old alb.
hey
4" Hers! My dear Ellen, you are tortur-
ing yourself for mere nightmare horror;
could laugh but that your sufferings are
so real"
"No, Lionel F.; we shall neither of us
laugh gain. It is hers, they all say it is
hers; and 1 must marry cousin john to
save my poor mothers memory and my
dear mothers honor"
"Fll strangle the hound first! Do but
be calm; this monstrous tale cannot be
true. I'll gage my life, my soul itself, that
it is false. IT'S but scheme of your I'M
cle's to work upon your flial love-to force
you to marry his brutal son J"
Would to God it were no more! do
not, cannot believe it in my heart. My
poor, kind father, the gent!est, mildest-
But here, Lionel, read-read!" cried the
agtated girl, drawing a small bundle of
closely written papers from her bosom
"read it. But, o, L feel so faint and dizzy.
Quick, the water-quick, dear!'
Lionel snatched the glass; but before it
reached her lips she tainted The old cou-
pie had not got many yards from the door,
when his loud calls made them hurry back.
Great were Mrs. Warmers outcrics, but she
busily employed herself in trying to revive
the young lady.
"Take her ons to the sofa in the parlor;
it is but pu<erish littlc-thing, but it must
do till can make up bed"
:" Mine is made up; l have not slept in
it," said Audley.
"Take hold of her gently, Ralph, and
bring her up quick, them" said Mrs. War;
ner.
"Fll carry her." exclaimed Lionel, rails
ing her in his strong arms as easily and as
tenderly as mother lifts her sick infant,
and bearing her up the stairs.
"That's right Reach me the bottle of
salts, Ralph, it's on the top shelp-look
sharp!r s.
Warner handed her the restorative in
great haste, and his wife hurried after her