The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-12-13
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looked at each other in blank, miserable
amazement "What do you say to that,
Fid Z" asked Ned. "God forgive him." re-
piled Fid ; and this was the only allusion
we made to the ukase. The clock struck
the quarters, and the two hours seemed
quadrupled in length. Since seven In the
evening single customer had not crossed
the threshold, except poor man, who ask
ed US, as if in sarcasm, to help the distress
ed. The night grew colder and colder; the
frosty stars shore keener; the wind blew
the snow off the streets into our faces, until
we shivered and hnddled ourselves together
for warmth. The streets grew deserted
and at last eleven o'clock came, and with
it came Mr.. Millet. He was flushed from
drink or excitement. He flung the shop
apprentices, with those horrible eyes of his
from the top of the step. Fid gazed up in
to the 1abby face with fearful curiosity,
and contin ued looking until I, who knew
the consequence of such imprudence, touch
ed him with my foot.
"Who wrote that 2" asked Mr.. Millet,
prod ucing the bit of paper on which we had
| There was fearful silence for few min
utes. You pack of squalid curs," said Mr..
Alillet, Gam | to be answered. Who
wrote-that 7"
"I-I did, SIR" said John.
Mr.. Millet descended and caught John by
the head. "You lying scoundreI," he roar
ed, 7" have you the face to tell me that you
wrote that, up to my teeth Z" Hitting the
poor boy about the ears, dismissed him to
bed without supper. John disappeared.
"Close that door! I" exclaimed Mr.. Millet,
pointing to the public entrance. And then
with disgusting shrivel of the wrinkles
about his eyes, lie added, cpd have you
take care of yourselves. You know me.
Do you know me- 2" We said, owe did,"
very humbly. He then went up stairs, de-
string us to follow him; Wondering what
would happen next, and after little fight
on the lobby to know who would go first, 1
led the way to the parlor, and Fid and Ed
ward followed. We stood outside the door
until desired to come in. Mr.. Millet was
seated at the fire; Mrs Millet lay on the
riorly attributed to too much brandy. eel
len-Mrs. Millet," said the gentleman, az
have brought you four--no, there's one
gone to bed-hopeless ruffians. Look at
them as they stand before you. Such de-
pravity is awful, Mrs. Millet."
Mrs. Millet looked at us, and only said,
+" Shocking"
al have brought You four sneaks," he
continued, Gas would do credit to the con-
demned cell, and yet, as you know and as
they know, l spares them. they'll know
them when the judge says to them-Where's
your characterf Twill be no use--bear
| witness, Mrs. Millet-for them to be COM
| ing snivelliDg to me. No-I shall say"
continued Mr.. Millet, rising with slight
stagger and revolving draw up of the wrink-
les, ''let justice have its duel grant no
commotation."
"very proper" observed Mrs. Millet.
"Faugh; I'm a Dutehman if they doesn't
smell of onions" ss
Considering that the lady herself had pro-
vided the obnoxious vegetable, the objec-
ton was scarcely reasonable.
How dare you smell of onions ~ asked
Mr.. Nillet. g Phewl the house is alive
with them" ...-....,
Ned ventured to say that he had onions
for dinner, in return for which information
Mr.. Millet squeezed his knuckles under the
boys ear, and when he shrieked with pain,
told him to hold his tongue in future until
he was spoken to.--
"This is Christmas" said Mr.. Millet,
with very lofty air. "My dear, wish
you happy Christmas. My dear, give
those bad lads bun piece"
| Mrs. Millet looked up in astonishment.
Her face grew red and her frame shook with
emotion. "Mr. Millet," she said, " never
encourages vice. Give them buns Why
the next thing they'll ask is clean shirts
every Sunday. Buns indeed ~ 81
Mr.. Millet was Inundated. Who spoke
of buns 2" he asked, turning to me. said
/ believed nobody, and for capital good rea-
sons he abstained from pressing the inquiry
further. What are you snivelling aboutT'
Continued on Eighth Pnge)