The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-01-31
NUMBER 50.

IN " uAD1l1O VOs
Willie's suffering Her father docs not want
Letthereen, even were she married and settled
there, he would be losth TO part the old walls,
or stir from the spot his habits have grown to.
It is only for her no wants it, and she Will not
have it. She wants no dcwry, for she will wed
no husband. She has vowed never again TO 80
Letthereen, and shall the tide cssrx q NOM the
ponds of the rooms, for want of o care-takipg
presence about its wallsi No, no; abe must set
an her w0manB ingenuity to work, to induce
The sun fades upon the floor, the brook has
ceased to dance, the clouds begin to gather, and
the winds to sob. The short January day is
Honoria's eyes fall now upon her little pack
ct. She takes it in her hand to the Fireplace,
and sits down upon tho hearth blaze 10
when she draws it back, once more unfastens,
and looks on its contents. Behold the materi-
ais for a funeral pile, whereon are to be con-
sav vo one so sme over yo1r scented bess
and value as the apple Of your eye yon rich
casket Of wedding jewels, how would you do
spise this humble treasure Of poor Honoria'ss
this Koh-i-noor of the peasant girls hearth
There are few letters, for Willie wes seldom alb
sent fox long e* . timess>na *l.sss sew arc writ
Cd With ssa1s and hiding In
her on last Easter Sunday, and the violets that
they s1 S1 snsr nsys sut ns
use laying bare 80 unsparingly what Honoria
would have died, rather than acknowledge to
any Living creature One y one one they are held
till each has been separately consumed-tint the
blessed branch has ceased to crackle, and falls
away in dust, and the last spark has gone crink.
ling through the blackened paper, and left 1t
indistinRuishable from the turf ashes on the
hearth. Last of all the string IL burnt: Homo
ria viii wear ne moro gay ribbons. That duty
and begins to set out the table for the evening
meal.
Honor" said old Michael, as they sat silent.
you've never . song nor aSiths word. what's
Honora's heart stood still. Here was the
shrsnk from seizing 1t. But the strong win
froth, father said she. I'll tell the truth
Pm frettin' about Willie r go.
killed. brows. It was good. Here was Honoria,
who had feigned Indifference and Independence
90 long, grown anxious 1;s, ana aove-si'k az last
"Hoot, giri,n said he, what are you grunib-
lin about WHATS the matter with the boy Z
| Isn't he strong an well, am good prospect be.
fore hint You're time enough TO DO maEryf"
az don't want to marry" said HonoEis,
" we're both young, q we've NO business to be
marryin' but viii say that its hard ON Willie,
nothfn,. Wheres the use Of tillin' smother
| mans lam and your own lynn byf You ought
to give him Letthereen, that you promised hizns
Mt wanst, and let him be maxim much o 1t: 1t
would make q new man o. him, 90 it would"
| There it was cutl H6noris paused, hot and
breathless But there was nothing 70 fear.
The old man smiled, and shook his bead -
.You'd ha' made good soldier, H You ha0
been q boy" said he, for you can fght when
II Won take the cause to heart; nobody could beat
You. You'd 60 through thick an, thin tin yo1'd !
manage your point, but Pm mot goiu 70 fight
YOU willie shan have the farm. I'll notstsn'
kis dull looks an, your pale face. Take the hey
o. the ould brown chest, an fetch the papers
when you list, they're made eat an iaWyeeed
long ago, On, give them to Willie when you zoe
him again" -
Honoria was shocked into silence. She fets
like o criminal; the very easiness and sud
denness of the victory, which she had hoped t.
gain only by time and perseverance, Tiled he1
with remorse for the part che was acting. TN
/, conquest was rnade without astruRgle, and Their
: sat the generous old foe, vanquished and ennit
, ing behind his tobacco wreath. In haprte
, days, ut such . kindly act, tho impuieive CIR
/ would have Rugged the old man in her Joy, ana
!, thanked him el0quensay; but now the conscious
> ness of deceit embarrassed her tongue, and pal
> alyzed her actions. She only stopped har fac
. over the dear old rough hand, IS il lay on TIN
4 ed of the action, while she mnrmured Your
very good to me, father !; you're too good t
. me- 49,. -. t-.
4 Michael Deane laughed the rare muAict
8 laugh of gladdened old age, and stroked h
II daughters bent head. ID
z "The girleen's cracked said hes " she's Io'
a.o,tIuuod an IEi0hth parAl