The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-12-27

Sometimes ihay;ase necessary, sometimes
emhaEFaaeiHg. A aAdys good taste readily
distinguishes ONE from the other,n and /
Her quick eye directly perceived the cause
OF my cofdness, and her womanly instincts
came 10 her rescne. 70 Richard" She asked.
"do deserve THAI Has your esteem for
nae sunk 90 low n She put her hands to her
face and sobbed audfbly.
Really, Miss D.sis, !" said, you have
long ago sanctioned the rule which prevents
gentleman disagreeing with lady on d
Eiattersof taste do you wish me to violate
"Conld anything be more unfortunate ~
she sobbed-" anything more inoppor-
Pray, don't distress yourself,n OBJ
served with very bad attempt at sheer.
Mistakes will happen, but lady seldom
fails to profit by her experience. You shall
be more fortunate next time, Miss Davis"
One appealing glance and she passed into
bittar and mortified ssa;,rt :
! admit" she said, "you have fair rea-
Wouldn't Miss Davis" 1 interrupted
point her remarks with quotation 2
Trifies light as air. for instance. The con-
text, presume, is obvious"
- Mr. Parkson, said Lucy, while her
head dropped over her hands, !" the world
is making sad havoc with your nature.
One little year ago, and no pain, no disap-
pointment, however bitter, no"
81 Miss Davis" 1 exclaimed quickly,
"pardon me, 1 complain neither of pain
nor disappointment. l understood that we
were engaged in discussion on the princi-
pies of Taste. Pray, judge the question on
its merit"
"No wrong" she continued, not needing
the interruption, F" could wiring these bitter
words from you. Perhaps, deserve them.
not blame but pity me-" And the pathos
of her voice went straight to my heart.
Lucy!"
"Dear Richardw
Lucy, we are, every one of us, day
after day, the victim of decisions We
frequently happens that our loves and hates
prove deceptions. may be deceiving my
self and wronging. you-:f SO, God forgive
me; yet, how shall we explain away cir
cumstancesq I am convinced of your en-
tire truthfulness Tell me, like a brave,
pure hearted woman, have been deceived
in thinking that you-you love this man 2"
"Oh, Richard" she said, Z" SO deceived!
am in agony because cannot tell you all
because cannot show you how wrong
how cruel you are. A few days and all
will be clear until then suspend your judg-
ment and believe IN me-"
F." will, dearest. 1t would break my
heart if thought-o
Then, you must not think it," she said
compassionately. 'sIf the whole world
spoke ill of you 1 would not believe it as
long as you denied its accusation. little
time, Richard, and you will not repent your
patience"
Z" And you will forget all this, Lucy
you will forgive me Z"
"What could not forgive you 7" she
said tenderly. "Only one thing-I could
not pardon you if you despised me. Here
are our VISITORS" she exclaimed, releasing
herself from my arms. (" L hear Major
Whitiey's voice in the hail."
She went out and returned in n moment,
leading in my friends of the stage coach.
Kate had Invested herself of her long cloak,
and / had full view of her exquisitely-
rounded and flutless figure. L" have had
the pleasure of meeting Major and Miss
Whitley before" L said, when Lucy had in
troduced us.
"Right, sir alway right, ;" exclaimed the
Major, shaking my hand &c Only think of
gate in the darkness, and driving Kate and
myself half mile below it,"
"What n monster he must be-" said
Lucy, who had wound her arm around Miss
Whitley's waist, "to take my poor Kate so
far away in the cold )" and the girls en-
braced each other affectionately.
Z" Is that right, sir 7" asked the major,
winking slyly at me. "0nly think of the
bees laying an embargo on honey, ha, ha !"