The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-08-30
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY MORNING. AUGUST 30 1868
was your Character as a-good offref,
capable of holding it against the enemy,
which had encouraged him to commit it..

: was your Character as a-good ofiitei
capable of holding it against the enemy
r which had encouraged him to commit it
From dwelling upon the injustice, wen
/ victim. At first, however, l only though
, of him with sort of cOntemptuous pity
J as OF half-tamed savage wandering sadly
among the hills which had once been hi.
; own. But one day 1 met him. You re.
) member that evening when I returned
home SO late, that you and my father be-
came SO alarmed and went out to seek me
] told you then that ] had lost my way
but did not tell you that it was the O'N1ore
who had helped be to regain it, and who,
finding l was nervous at the lateness of the
hour, had walked back with me nearly to
the gates. He was gentleman-there was
no mlstaking that and there was something
SO foreign in his look and accent, that /
never even dreamed of him as the owner
of the Rath until l asked him to come in
and make the acquaintance of my father.
Then-I can hardly tell you in what words,
but know that they were courteous, and
that l felt them to be all the more cutting
for that reason-he told me srho he was. In
my surprise and shame, 1 tried, believe,
to stammer out something like an apology
for the wickedness of which he had been
the victim but he cut me short with n
cold, quiet smile, pointed to the gate, which
we had by this time almost reached, saluted,
and so left me. Harry, from that moment
wild dreams began to float through my
! brain as to how might restore him to his
| own. There was one way, and only one
way, in which, as woman, l could do it.
Remember, 1 was not yet seventeen, dear
Harry"
81 have need to be reminded of it," he
answered bitterly, "when / am forced to
listen to such things as you are saying now"
"And yet 1 loved you all the time,
Harry; l did, indeed, !" she answered, in a
low, earnest voice. +" loved you, although
| think knew it not-should never, per-
haps, have known it quite, if we had not
| at last quarreled and parted, as I thought,
for ever. In the first keen suffering which
that parting caused me, my heart woke up
all at once to true knowledge of itself,
and felt that, dormant as my love for you
had been, it had yet become deeply
rooted in my whole being, that by no effort
of my own willard you know that it is
pretty strong one, Harry" she added, with
a flint smile-.sby no effort of my own will
could have transferred it to another"
eco on" said Harry, now smiling in his
turn, for she had paused in little M ,idenly
confusion at this full and frank avowal of
her sentiments in his regard go on, for
| can listen to you with patience now,
Ettie.r /
81 never dreamed again, Harry, of any
other than YOURSELF she answered softly
"and when, the day after your departure,
IL
coming danger, (but not, do assure you,
with any other motive,) saw at once that,
II he ever cared for any woman in the |
world, it was or soon would be, Nellie Net
tervile. 1t did not grievc me that it was
so, but l confess it wounded my woman's |
vanity little, and for moment l felt in
clined to be angry with her. But L was
ashamed of the pitiful feeling, and for the
frst-time in my life, perhaps, L tried to
conquer my evil passions. In this, her
sweet, quiet frankness greatly helped me,
and her forgetfulness or forgiveness of the
great injury /, or, at all events, my father,
had inflicted on her, made me blush for my
own unkindLess. If ever you take me for
wife, Harry, and that you find me more
manageable one than | have given You
reason to expect, remember that you will
owe 1t entirely to her example"
"Nay, nay, not entirely =" here interposed
Harry, 4" for the sun shines in vain upon
barren soil"
"Andnow," continued Henrietta, regard
less of the compliment, "can you forgive
me, Harry? Believe me you know alf.-
have told you the truth, and the whole
truth / would not deceive you i'll such a
matter for the world
My love, 1 believe you, and am more
than satisfied" he answered, in tone of
trustful tenderness which left no room for
doubling i'll Henretta's mind.
"And, Harry she added plcadngly,
80 our home that we have left in England is
as pleasant, if not so sublime, as this, and
we can call it, at all events, honestly our
own.'
Some day, dear Elite, we will go there;
and should your fathers death ever place
these lands at our .lj=Pesai. VIC will leave
them to their lightGtl o"ncr.'
go Harry , how could doubt you = she
said remorsefully. Z" Can you ever forgive
me for it ~
Yes, if you will never Doubt again" he,
answered with a bright smile. s. But, bark
the bugle sounds, and yondcr are Roger and
his wife talking to old Norah at the tower
gate"
Henrietta looked in that direction, and
she saw that Nellie was taking leave of the
old woman, who had flung herself at her
feet, and was sobbing bitterly. This much
she could guess from the attitude and=ac-=
ton of both parties but she could not