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

rs, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUA
it an now, good night, for it'a late. Go, an
Aye r. said wilIie, it's time was gone.
q look at the Guild man afoee I CO." He went
where he slept in his chair. he turned away,
and drew his rough hand across his eyes.
/. IFS the last time he said, that faceu ever
meet me without frow ,.+- face that never
Honor, to ask you to take my excuse, but if
you do say . word to keep him from thinking
ssa sqsigs1y God II bless yea for it to your
Poor, weak, honest Willie, not able to help
the step he had taken, yet, looking wofnlly
towards it's consequences. Bringing sorrow
into the home that had sheltered him, and
grieving sorely while he did 30.
They shook hands. at the. door, and, with .
Z" God speed you," parted. Honeria closed the
door, and barred it with as much precision as
just passed out Of it, away, for ever and ever.
She was one of those people who, when they
have q solitary sorrow to bear, bear it, and
make no fuss, omit no wonted duty, call on no
one for assistance! Knowing that sympathy
is not to be had, they look not for it. Seeing
NO light anywhere, they only fscl their way by
laying their hsnas on familiar thiags .sss They
raked her fire, covering the still red embers
with ashes against the morning, instead OF
casting herself upon the door in her agony,
lest che might die, and, neighbors, gathering
Willie Glen deserted her. Neither did she shed
tears, for Michael might see their marks, and
suspect their cause, and this she had resolved,
So she completed her odds and ends of house-
hold arrangement for tho night, and then went
in, and gently reused her father. .,
"Yonm BOTHER be in bed" said she, lite
very late am the fires raked."
"Ehw said the old man, rubbing his eyes.
al fell asleep. AM where's Willies Is he
gomez ,, -.
He was loath to go without biddin' you good
night, but he wouldn't let me disturb you" :.
aGood boy, good boy p yawned old Michael
"heIl come back the sooner fort Get to bed,
girleen. It's late, an you wrought hard al
day. You're lookin' uncommon pale"
Aver said Honoria "pm tired"
To any who had known her secret. the words
has one 20 notoe of dsuSis meaning
shades in tones of voice. He was ragged ano
sleepy, and as he crossed the kitchen, Lamp in
hand, to his own little room, he charged ner 20
hurry up to her attic, and get sound nights
| A good nights rest! Rest for the weary feet
that 20 heavily up the ladder to the cabin iof'
! that IL Honoria's chamber !-rest for the aching
head that has been trying to stave of thought
and not go wild rest for Honoria Deane
Bnt sleep on, Michaeli the rafters are between
1 You and your child, and neither you, nor an!
| Honoria needs NO light in the thick dark
| ness site grope5 her way 70 her bedside. Yol
need not drag the little curtain SO kercely across
| the window, Honoria, there is no moon beyons
| it. to rack you with her white, contented lace
| looking calmly afar off beyond the gulf at you
feet away to dead days whose ,s %ra ne t. w az
Il There are pitying lights I'm the dark sky, AM
your sorrow Is not yet mature enough to TAX
comfort from the stars.
She sits on the foot of her bed, and, IRE
il from the burning dread ofwatching eyes, LOOK
her new, strange, crushing grief In the face
Willie 10 gone Is he gone never 20 come DaGn
through all the hong, long life, that her I'M
pulses tell her must be toiled over, before ne
Twenty wears shall have accumulated enoug
of interest to purchase her the luxury OF tn
aWilliew the little curly haired playmate
places, who had hung his tin mug beside her
], on Che dresser, and brought her apples in hi
I pocket from the fair ! "Williew the Lad VIII
| carried her books to school, and read to her
thn fire-liHht of winter evenings, and mende
1 the old arm chair like any carpenter, ana mao
{ | q nest for her pet hen when it broke ITS LEI
HWifiie io the man who had nursed her II
:; Their through the sickness, who had watche
i / for her smile, and listened for her STEP II
n great bonny fellow whom she had leased an
yexed. and prided in, till all other men eeeme
q small and mean in her eyes. Willie, VINO ma
8 asked her to be his wife. And, then, on the
o | the sunshine the busy, laughing, SUNNI
+ mornings, the hay-rnaking In the mean so
o that had Weakened her in the mOrnin
q ana the eweet trust that had closed her ey
"a At night And how could 1t be thae ali Tn
!; vas IN the pass4 She saw 1t, felt 1T, 1T "
{ hers. And yet he loved her no more, ana