The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-07-05
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NELLIE NETTERVILLE;

NELLIE NETTERVILLE:
ONE OF THE TRANsPLANTED.
Early the next morning Nellie found her
self Gliding over the waters of Ciew Bay In
one Of the native carraghs OF the country,
cantain and crew all in one, and she was
his only passenger for it had been decided
on the previous evening that Lord Meter
vile was not in o fit state to endure the
fatigue of such q voyage, and with old Nora
to look after his creature comforts, and
Roger assured his granddaughter that she
need hare no scruple in leaving him during
the two or three hours required for their
enterprise. And Nellie had readily obeyed
for, ii the truth must be told, she had be-
gun to ely implicitly upon his judgment,
and TO submit to it as unquestiOningly as
if she had been a child. The little shyness
produced 10y Lord Netterville's thoughtless
action Of the day before had entirely worn
Oft, partly because she herself had striven
,con,anyuiiy against the feeling, but chiefly
because Roger, thoroughly comprehending
during her residence in his lonely kingdom
she should be entirely at her ease in his
society, had adopted, as if by instinct, pre-
cisely the affectionate, brOtherly sort of
manner which was of all others the best
calculated to produce this result. Nellie
to the pleasant novelty of a brotherly sort
of petting and projection which seemed to
cali for nothing more than quiet acceptance
on her part, and she listened to Roger with
the keen and unsated interest OF chl!9 as
he told her the names, one after another,
of MANY of the clustered islands and rugged
rocklets. alittering like jewels in the deep
hosom of the bay, almost always cOntrivlng
to ada some little legend or stray scrap Of
history, which gave each for the moment
an especial, and (if the expression may be
allowed toward inanimate objects) an al
most personal interest in her eyes: At last
he turned her attention toward the main
land, poiE ting out the graceful windings Of
Clew's varied shore, its wave-woin caVerns
and rocky arches, it's cliffs with their
made them look at that distance as If ma
turc had stained them into an imitation of
most curiously -cOlored marble: and be-
You'd these again. its broad tracts of uncul-
tivated bog-land, purple with heath III
autumn, but now yellow with gOrse or dark
with waving fern, it's hills rising one above
another III lonely, savage grandeur, with
Croagh Patrick, the monarch of them all,
standing up on the south side of the bay,
and looking down i'll naughty, cold indiffer-
euce upon it's waters as they flowed beneath
him. Nellie followed his eye and finger
eagerly as he pointed out each individual
feature in the scene before her; but Observ-
ing that he fingered for moment on
Croagh Patrick, she turned toward him for
explanation.
sit is Croagh Patrick" he said then
perceiving that she was not much the wiser
for the information, he added in some sur
prise, "DO you not know the legend, that
it was from the cone of yonder hill st. Pa
trick pronounced the curse which banished
all venomous hurtfal things from Ireland
Had the saint lived in these days" Roger
added, in that undertone which Nellie had
by this time discovered to be natural to him
in moments of deep feeling, +" it is not 1
think, against tOads and snakes that he
would have directed his miracle-wOrking
powers, but against the men who, coming
TO o land which is not their own, make war
in Gods name against Gods creatures,
hunting them down with horn and hound,
and snaring and staying them with as little
eompunctien as they would have shared or
elain WOLF" - ...
"Would he then have expelled me also 2"
said Nellie with o wicked smile. "You
know that i, too, land more's the pity y
have blood of the hated Saxon in my veins"
Certainly not said Roger promptly,
hair, he would without doubt (saint and
prophet though he was) have been deluded
into believing you a Celt."
ts And so am almost" said Nellie, with
childish eagerness; only consider, Colonel
O'More, we have been in the country almost
three hundred years, and in all that time,
until my dear fathers marriage with my
mother, (who is, unfortunately, an English
woman it has been the boast and tradition
of our race that its sons and daughters have
never welded save with the sons and
daughters of their adopted land"
Remember, then, that it will be for you
TO renew the tradition" said Roger sud
denly, and without reflection. He repented
hinself bitterly moment afterward, as he
caught glimpse of the flush upon Nellie's