The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-01-03

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song, and that before complying he explained
it's purport at your desire."
Right, my DEAR" replied the Major, with an
abashed air and a penitent tone. Right
always Come and box my ears Kate"
Wasn't the knight very forgiving :" asked
Mr.. Davis. "Now, if 1 cared for a lady, 1
| couldn't find it in me to let her off so easily.
For instance, l should challenge my rival to
the combat nnhorse him, and cut off his nose
as a trophy"
"The age of chivalry is gone," said Fid, "and
God be with it" he added; its can't and flu
sion would not hold water in our days"
Right, sir" observed the Major; and yet,
when we were stationed in Ceylon, and had
nothing better to do we revived it q bit. We
had duels over disputed cockatoos and camp
kettles. Some We're wounded-some killed in
those little affairs of honor but anything rath-
/ seized on the first pretext, and descended to
the Green-room. light was burning the
table at which Lucy sat, writing. She lifted
up her head as entered, and tears were visible
quested me to remain.
:" Three hours ago, Mr.. Parkson," she said,
harshly. I as much told you that I was
bound to follow circumstances, and asked your
good opinion to help me. You have broken
your promise. When my heart is filed with
anxiety for the fate of one to whose welfare
cannot be insensible, you came to strike me
down with severe words and mortifying accu-
sations. l know what you have seem know
all"
"Lucy,' said, "will you pardon me for say
ing that there are limits to the blindest credu-
lity Perhaps 1 had no right to think had an
exclusive claim to your affections. The proof
is plain that had not. And yet, fool as am
1 have enough generosity to resign all my
hopes, to bless my rival, and accept the de-
feat"
1 sat down; leant my head on the back of
the chair and gazed abstractedly into the fire
a JS IN 81 IN said
"Then who is he-what is hef Why does he
hide like a criminal, afraid of the light Who
is he?
"That," she replied, in tone of trembling
indecision, :. cannot tell
You will not tell ?"
81 implore you not to ask mellow"
- 50 Miss Davis" said, with calmness which
astonished myself, 60 we will say goodbye this
night. Under the circumstances, it would be
unfair to embarrass you and humlllate myself"
NO no." she exclaimed we shall, indeed,
not Trust me day longer-one day, Rich
ard"
"To-morrow morning 1 shallleave for l..
May his love make you happier than mine ever
could"
"And if" she pleaded, " the suspicious which
you entertain shall be explained, and you shall
know you have wronged me, where will the
atonement be 7"
In the consciousness" 1 replied, "that
have acted from morbid feeling of jealousy
that have used my senses, and been convinced
g And yet you have been deceived"
g. Deceived! Miss Davis. Is it deception that
accuse II lady of carrying on a secret CORE
spondence with gentleman, and she acllnow-
lodges it On your honor as Il woman, did
you not kiss note, and hide it i'll his portfolio
an hour ago!"
THAT is true-true."
"Wen, let the quarrel end here God for
give you"
8 Hank " cried Lucy, springing from her seat
and fixing look of terror on the windows.
I" My God he is lost" h
The tramp of horses feet, and the dull crash
of grounded arms on the graveled approach to
the house startled me.
"Gwad all the approaches to pwevent es-
Cape" cried a shrill half feminine voice, in a
tone, outside. heard the tread
of men filing into the avenues that skirted the
lawn and the connection which~the circum-.
stance caused amongst, our friends overhead.
Peering out through<a slit in the shutters,
could distinctly~see the black uniforms and
bright bayonets of the police, drawn up in a
double line facing the house.
Lucy !" cried Mr.. Davis, who had rushed
down stairs, and stood agitated and pale in the
hall y" can anything be done to prevent a cap
ture :"
The crash of a musket-but against the door
resounded through the house..
"They will break in in moment, Lucy is
there no hopeW
She knitted her hands across her forehead,
and for momeRt was lost in reflection.
g Papa" she said, with startling suddenness,
&c he must swing from the nursery windows into
the walnut. Go, go-oh save him"
A second crash of musket-buts at the door
stairs we found Miss Whitley, Fid, the Major,
and the pale young man collected i'll whisper
ing group on the drawing-room landing