The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-02-23
written for tn. Morning s'.r.l
ELLEN.FITZGERALD.
BY MRS. s. B. ELDER.

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BY MRS. 8. B. ELDER.
Reyerently dedicated to the Memory Of DR.. r. d. WI
CHAPTER H-CoNTINUED.
Just then party of emigrants entered
the cabin with lights, while pleasant-faced
woman who was going to join her Weil-to-
do husband in the new country, offered the
poor mother some supper.
"Take Bit" she said, Eye had not time
to cook your own, and sure it's but little We
ate any how ------ =
Ellen seconded the kind woman's request,
and laying the babe on Morals lap, she told
her to eat for the little ones sake.
The poor mothers face frightened little
as she took the child, and at the same time
held out her hand for the offered food.
"sSure she ought to ate twice as much as
that, the crayture! and he such fine boy"
said the kind hearted woman as she turned
torAer own humble fare. " And yet, she'll
tbeemakingv two halves of that same, or my
name 3 not Annie O'Brien ~
That evening, as Ellen passed up on deck,
she was met by one of~the sailors, Il young
| BOY who always seemed delighted to be in
her. company. George Brown was the lad
uame, and Ellen liked him for his easy;
friendly manners, and for his kindness to
many-of =" her people" as he called the band
of exiles.
{" All, miss Ellen " he exclaimed, as he
saw her coming toward him; 80 Where have
YOU been all the day long' Some one else
beside myself has been inpatient Tor sight
ofyour bonny brown eyes"
..Some one else! Why, who could it be ~
asked Ellen, surprised, for she knew no one
ON board, outside Of that humble band Of
! countrymen, except George himself.
81 All! 1t is one Of your own people, too,
miss Ellen! \ nice, Irish gentleman, whose
eyes frightened up when he heard YOU
name, and who seems impatient for YOU
coming, for there he is pacing the deck like
sentinel on duty
..Do YOU know his name, George feE
do not think | ever met him -efore.
- ..He told me that he had known you
father."-said George, land believe hi
name is Doc Dalton. He Is sad, qule
-sort of gentleman, saying but little, We
thinking Il great deal" --------
Ellen started with joyful surprise as soon a
she. heard the name, for it was that OF one
Ireland's most gifted poets and most devote
patriots. One who had lost lands, rlches
II i,onors, all, in his country,s cause, and VIII
had now turned his face from her gree
A shores because found guilty of loving he
too well. Ellen had often heard of the swee
noet by name, ana her heart thrilled wit
= lxlaasure at the thought of meeting him.
fsAhi he has seen you" exclaime
George. $50 must go off alone and discor
isolate. for know he wants you all to hin
|aess
with a tisnid blush and trembling hear
Ellen awaited the approach of him who's
songs had stirred a nations heart, and fire
= her own with nobler feelings of patriotism
She gazed on his slight figure as it az
vanced toward her with feelings almo
- akin to reverence, for she knew him to be
nure and humble in his faith as he WI
GREAT and lofty in his intellect. She marke
the bright, clear eye, the sweet expressly
mouth, the fair white forehead, and the
mid, wavering hand that came and clasPe
her own. - s-------------
-" I loved your father" he said, "a1
have therefore right to know his child"
With what pleasure did Ellen listen
him as he spoke of one whose memory w
so dear, and how proud she felt to be Chi
of one, and the countrywoman OF anoth
gifted soul
"Your father" Ellen, he continued, "w
one of those gentle hearted men who wrc
for the hearts of the people, and who revel
in painting the glories OF that olden TIN
when ireland had great and glorious
tory. when she was the seat of virtue q