The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-06-21
MORNING sfAR AND CATHOLIC 1EssENGKR
NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY, JUNE 81. 1865.
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NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.

same time her withered hand upon the tat
tered kerchief which Nellie was trying to
fold round her stately shoulders. COD
help you! and is this all that them black
scum of Saxon robbers left ye when they
turned We out upon the wide world to seek
your fortune I"
alt cannot be helped" said Nellie with
q little choking in her voice, though she
tried hard to veil it beneath an assumption
of indifference. "And after all, these rags
do hut make me seem what in fact ana
little nervous laugh, ss hope that Colonel
O'More" (she had learned his military rank
and his real name, Moore being only its
Saxon rendering, the night before from
Nora,) IS will not be utterly Disguised this
morning when he finds out to what q
pauper he extended his hospitality last
night
.'The coloneli Is it the master that you
mean? The master be Disguised! All now
listen to me, ashore, and don't be filing
your head with them ugly fancies for you
may just take my word for it, and don't
know every turn of his mind as vel! as II
Morals word for it, that he worships the
very ground you tread on, and would, too,
all the same, if you had never a brogue to
the foot or kirtle to the back. Beggar,
indeed! Why, could he not see for himself
last night that you had been just robbed
and murdered like out of your own by them
thieving SaxOns, and wasn't it for that very
reason that, before he went off this blessed
morning, he gave me the key of that big
black box, and says-says he, Nora, my
old woman, l have been thinking that
the young lady upstairs has been SO long on
the road that may be she'll be in want of
new dress, like so, rs there is nothing like
decen woman tailoring to be found in the
island, may be she'll condescend to see if
there's anything in my poor mothers box
that would suit her for the present. And
troth, my darling" old Nora went on, otis
you that are going to have the pick and
choice of fine things; for she was a grand
Spanish lady, she was, and always went
about among us dressed like a princess"
Nora had opened the box ut the begin
= ming of this speech, and with every fresh
word she uttered, she flung out such treas
ures of finery on the floor as fully justified
her panegyric on the deceased lady's ward
robe.
Nellie soon found herself the centre of a
heap of thick silks and shiny satins, and
three piled velvets and bfOcaded stutfs,
standing upright by virtue of their own
rich material, and of laces so delicate and
tine, that they looked as if she had only to
breathe upon them in order to make them
float away upon the air like cObwebs.
She was quite too much of girl yet
to be able to resist close and curious eX-
animation of such treasures; nevertheless,
her instinct of the fitness OF things was
stronger than her vanity, and there was ar
incongruity between these courtly hablll-
ments and her broken fortunes, which made
her feel that it would he an absolute I'M
possibility to wear them. Selecting, there
fore Il few articles of linen clothing, she
told old Nora that everything else was far
too fine for daily wear, and began, OF her
own accord, to restore them to their Golfer.
Not so, however. the good old Nora. That
81; could l,n RI fine for tha 1lOrn-
meut Of ttny one whom "the master de-
lighted to honor, was simple absurdity in
her mind and she became SO clamOrOus Ill
her circumstances, that Nellie was fain to
shift her ground and to explain that she
was bent ut tliat>>lnoment upon taking
long rambie by thc~sea- Shore for which
ANYTHING like II dress of silk or satin (NOras
own good sense must tell hert would be, to
say the least of it, exceedingly Inappropri-
ate"
At these words new light seemed to
dawn upon the old woman's mind, and,
p1ungng almost bodily down into the deep
Golfer in her eagerness to crafty her prOtege,
she exclaimed, $50 it's for n walk you'd be
poinr this morning, is it and after all your
bother last night Well, we'll you are young
still, and would rather, daresay, be skip
ping about like young kid among the
rocks than sitting up in silks and satins as
grave and stately as if you were princess
i'll earnest. Something plain and stronge
That's what you'll be wanting, isn't it,
a-lannah Wait bit, will youe for l mind
me now Of dress the old mistress had
made when she was young, for n frolic, like,
that she might go with me unnoticed to a
pattern And may l never sin if haven't
got it, she cried, diving down once more
into the Golfer, and bringing up from its
shining chaos dress which, consisting as
it did simply of a madder-colored petticoat
and short over-skirt of russell brown, was
He rvn,, Al
habitual costume of a peasant girl of the
west ut the present hour. Nora was right.
1t was, rs ladies have it, -" the very thing!',
Stoutenough and plain enough to meet all
Nellies ideas of propriety, and yet present
ing sharp contrast of coloring which (for
give her, my reader, she was only sixteenl
10 exceedinply Incoming to her clear male