The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-06-07


You kssv aay son, sir f-you knew my
son them ia4ed, you are very welcome.
Hs.was abl4Se boy, and fought for his king
and country-fought and fell-on the field
of-the field of-the name-which I thought
never to forget-has almost escaped me-"
Benburb," Roger ventured to inter-
Benburb! AY, that was the ry,name-z
Benburb my memory Dies not fail me,
sir but have been much tried of late Or
we rode too observation-disclosures feelvery
faint" t.
/ He tried to draw back from the fire as he
spoke, but he tottered, and would have
fallen if Roger had not caught him by
the arm, and made him sit down upon the
settle.
He is faintfor want of food" said Nellie
hastily we have been wandering all day
among the hills, and he has not broken his
fast since morning"
Roger did not answer, but signing to her
to support :. lord Nefterville, he went
straight to some invisible Granny in the
walls of the hut, and drew thence q bottle
into broken mug, he made the old man
swallow it, and then stood beside him, anx-
iously watching the result. Happily it was
favorable-in few minutes Lord Meter
vile revived, the color returned to his wan
cheek, and turning to Nellie, he asked her
ready ~ shyly, and blushing scarlet, Nellie
nodded an affirmative, and forgetting all
her previous shame, in anxiety for her
grandfather, she was about to resume her
office as cook, when, with half-smile on
his face, Roger Moore put her quietly aside.
that am master here, and that forbid
You to lay hands upon that fish have
always been cook in my own proper per-
son to the establishment, and cannot
allow you to supersede me in the Office"
"Forgive me J" said Nellie, tears starting
sion that he was angry in earnest. 81 could
not help it, for he was starving"
"DO not misunderstood me, / entreat
you," said Roger, in voice of deep and
real feeling; should be a brute if OBJ
jected to anything you have or could have
continuing in that office; for SO long as the
daughter of my old colonel is under my
roof, (even though it be but poor mud
sheeling,) she shall do no work, with my
goodwill, unfit for the hands of princess.n
He busted himself while speaking in
which he had found the cordial, some thin
'aten cakes, few wooden platters, and |
'ne or two knives and spoons Of such mas
i've silver, that Nellie could not help think
ng they were as much out of keeping with |
the rest Of the furniture as Roger himself
w NC Will Iuo uuO, VI which ne |
was doing the honors in such simple and |
yet such courtly fashion. He would not
wen let her hold the platter upon which he
placed the fish as he took it from tue en-
,ers, and he himself then brought it to
Lord Netterville, and pressed him, as ten
ierly as If he had been q child, to partake
If this impromptu supper.
The old man yielded, nothing loath, and
10, indeed, did his grandchild for, though
very fair to look at, no goddess was poor
Nellie, but young and growing girl with
The healthy appetite of sixteen. She ac-
cepted, therefore, Rogers invitation with
put the smallest affectation of reluctance,
and sitting down on the floor beside her
shared the contents of his plat
ter with innocent and undisguised enjoy !
nent. With all her sense and courage, she |
was us yet in many things perfect child,
yielding as easily as n child might do to the |
first ray of sunshine that frightened on her
path, and accepting the happiness of the
present moment as unrestrainedly as if !
never even 'suspecting the shadows that
were lurking in her future. Now, therefore,
that she felt her grandfather was in safe
and helpful keeping, she threw off the sense
of responsibility which had weighed her
down for months, and became almost gay. |
Color rose to her wasted cheek, light |
sparklcd in her eyes, and she responded to
Rogers efforts to make her feel comfortable
and at home, with such innocent and I'M
bounded faith in his wish and power to be-
friend them,-t lie vowed an inward VOW
never to forsake her, but to guard her, as if
she had been iii very deed his sister,
through the trials and dangers of her un-
protected exile. When their meal was over
and while her grandfather slumbered in the
quiet warmth of the peat-tire, she told
Roger Moore her story, simply and briefly
as she might have told it to IL brother, be-
ginning at her departure from her ancestral
home, and ending with her encounter
with the English strangers among the
mountains.
IS 1t is Major Hewitson,'' said Roger, Gin
whose favor have been despoiled of my
old home. Major Hewitson and his pretty
daughter Ruth as he chooses to cali her,
in order to blot out the fact that her name
is Henrietta, and that she had IA popish
queen for her godmother. She forgets it