The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-03-15
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Reverently dedicated to the Menory Of DR.. r. D. W.
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"What can detain my uncle n at last
asked Ellen as she noticed the e0mbre color
of night setting over the city, and hiding
from her sight even the landmarks Of her
faith. - 90 20 20
az you win allow me, )" said the mate, re-
specially, 81 will accompany you to your
uncle's house." 49,, s. -
ooh! I am OBTAINING YOU" exclaimed
Ellen, suddenly recolleeting that Mr.. Davis,
rs we'll as the other officers Of the ship, had
duties to attend to on shore. -
"No; you do not, he replied, shall
not leave the ship until your uncle comes
for you" ,7.,-
~ have no idea where my uncle lives"
said Ellen, answering his last question, and
grateful to him in her thoughts for his kind
ness and consideration. But see, even the
lamps are being lit in the streets! 1t will
soon be night" y
JQst1 IA two of the crew passed the place
where Ellen was seated, carrying heavy
trunk between them.
tsPoor Georges trunk!" said Mr.. Davis
as he spoke to one of the men. IS am
sending it to his mother, who likes not far
from here" - -s==-=s=-- -
'.Then,n said Ellen, the determination
rising within her at the moment, 81 will
go with it, and ask Mrs. Brown for shelter
tonight, in the name of our dear George l
DeSlu 10 1ear LnaC my uuClc Will uOG COLAe.
Perhaps he docs not know that the ship is
in.' 7.5iz57I5 49, =
''I can accompany you there, said Mr..
Davis, Z" for the Widow Browns cottage
lies on my way homeward.n .sa..g,
She thanked nim for his offer, and taking
her little basket, on her arm, prepared to-
descend the gangway. u >. a,ai
Who has not realized the feelings OF lone
Illness with which Ellen left the ship! To
: have no familiar face to meet you, no we'll
remembered voice to bid you welcome, no
friendly hand to grasp your own, and make
You feel assured Of interest and protection.
AS Mr.. Davis extended his hand to help
her down the steps, young man came
hurriedly toward them. Springing up the
plank with one bound, he asked: -.
els this the Northumberland :" s..t4.
eyes, sir" answered the mate. ---z.-...-
" Is there young girl on board, named
Ellen Fitzgerald 2" 70
.tShe is here, sir" replied Mr. Davis, for
Ellen gave NO sign of recognition. What
do you wish with her u il.
IS have been sent, sir, by her uncle,
Dennis NoOnan, to take her to him. lie is
sick, very sick; and entreats that she will
make haste to come to him."
Ellen's hand was cold and trembling as
Mr.. Davis caught it in his own, fearing she
would fall for she had sprung forward as
she heard O'Niel's words, and felt the real7
izatiOn of her most anxious fears.
"Ohi Quick, quick, )" she cried, ~ Wilt
run if you do but show me the way"
Mr.. Davis handed Ellen's little basket to
O'Niel while he guided her down the plank.
She was trembling now with grief and
agitation still she scarcely touchedrt the
young mans arm as he hurried on beside her.
Across the leyee, crowded with freight, |
and noisy with the mirth of n thousand
little urchins down the long, wide streets,
where music and laughter from the open
windows struck jarringly on Ellen's ear |
along the narrow thoroughfares where |
everything was silent in the growing dark
ness, passed On that-silent- greup.-9,Nieft
always a few yards, ahead, with Ellen's
little basket swinging on his arm, while
Nh. Davis walked by Ellen's side, for she
no longer leaned on him. 49,. -. ..
At last O'Niel stopped before the cottage,
and, pausing on the threshold, pointed
toward the open door. -...,..
Ellen flew by him, directed i'll the darkness
ny that yearning, all-appealing cry, which,
fell with startling distinctness upon the
ears of all: i" Ellen! E1len!' ~
She threw herself upon her uncle's breast /
and laid her face against his own.
My own, precious, darling uncle ~ was
His prayer had been granted. He had
heard her loved voice once more, had felt
the tender pressure of her trembling lips,
and folding his al rms around his orphan
niece, he drew her to his heart. 1t throbbedI
beneath her own with one wild, despairing
effort, and then, in the hush and darkness
around, grew still forevermore.
Ellen slid from the relaxing arms, upon
her knees beside the bed. O'Meil bowed
his head, and at the same moment Mrs.
Noonan, closely wrapped in hood and
shawl, followed by the priest, entered the
cottage door.
Mr.. Davis felt that his presence there
was unnotieed and unneeded, and he slowly
turned away, his kind heart filed with pity