The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-11-07
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER u 1870


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i do not wish To hang the man don,
Know that 1t would be far from wrong to ban,
IuoIaioIs' that the poison of their doctrin
10 hos itnperii the Godfearing,r she said
noh"lhG her head very erect: then knovgin,
now useless ii would be to argue the matt
lnrLher, she turned and left the room to 90 III,
louhe ot Her endless domestic duties, the frs
"SO Oh WHICH VASES we have seep-ta ro,t
the dreamy Reuben from his cor,,fnrto1fra CO.,
beside the peddier to go up with her To III,
waving room, among the yarn hauks-rathoI
! a prosY thing to come to- after Iistenjng To- :
| rudely eloquent account of n hattie an r.
| fbhtie shores of Spain, for the old peddler haIl
! Fought under Wellington on the neninsnfo
WI heupeh cobWebs for banners scaling the
!oonl Instead of a rampant, the sharp Gi,icl,
tones OF ms little mothers voice instead of tbp
souha OF clarion and trumpet dust for tn,
sniohe OF battle and the great hanks of blue.
gray; ana white yarn for bastious and forts .
me boys head was full of the fanc,y aud h.,
pitched over the heavy, twisted hanks3ti,inle
ing OF the SPaniards all e++ite-with such win,
that hfs mother cried OUT Reubent NV GOV,
you viii bury me under the wool If van ~
Stop,H-while she looked with a tender M
S 1ed expression at his flushed, beautiful faee .
and besides, you are getting eyerytbintr In .
huss up there; come down" '-HI7'e
And Reuben came down throup OH the w,,rn of
me loom, breaking about five hundred threads
haa TO I; nis great establishments humping his
ns'e Us ~ ietl where his feet ought to be while
MS feet stuck mp helplessly thronot tl,c brnlrnr
mesles Of the loom. " What is he good for p;
mo ign his mother, looking with dismay at
the broken threads; "what ever shall s,.:y,-5I.Sa
with him 1 intended weaving nv caI,,st ~, 10
very dayw '''' p'' tnis
ss.ss sssrass 1sggls
fffo6iief; profn1seu mend the mischief he had
done, and be more careful hereafter; and his
mother, always tender of him, kissed him
smoothed the knob raised the back of his
heard anti told him that he was as awkward
as young colt" upon which he laughed, and
gathering up the yarn he had pitched down
followed her down stairs.
Later in the day the Elder-aarne into the sit
ting room--the old homestead where we first
saw the ftemmin gs-and his guest stand
ing at a window, looking discons9lately out at
the pitiless white Storm 1t was -iFotring-day
and Eva and Hope were ironing the family
linen; rosy, cheerful and happy they smoothed
and folded the spotless Carmen t., their chatter
and laughter aud scraps of song filing the
room with homely bat'sweet music as they
lifted 10 and from the fire, and from their
broad table TO the great rack wheret they hung
the fragrant linen to air. Mrs. Elcmmng was
getting dinner, and Reuben was sitting by the
kitchen fire, nal~ing Strenuous cXcrtous to
half-sole his boot, by way of being useful but
his long white fingers were in his way; they
tangled the thread, and put things out of line
and got punched with the awl and cracked
with the hammer so often that he felt like
throwing the whole affair into the fire. And
so the waif was left alone to his thoughts.
Eva and IopC, in the tender, womaBly pity of
Chcr htTTts tfTct tLGll-to him.,
aud lie lad replied with u. gcuniue readiness
Which showed how much inclined he was to
he social AID friendly; but there was their
work to be done, while the thought of his
being papist and whUlesesome dread of
their mother acted as sort of moral check
rein Ola their kindly natures so ne had drop
ped into silence, and was broOding over the
prospect:
II am sorry to fGJfFIi from my sr,zr
have lost your packs" said the Elder kindly.
Faith, sir, and have, I'm afrard; and it's
no fT1te for poor man like myself to lnse,H he
SAID, az he turned and took the chair his host
offered him.
. It may be lying within arms length of MS,
"McCue, Patrick McCuo, sir, at your ser
1--WE viii get shoveIs presently, Mr.. McCue,
and tarn over the drifts around the door where
we found you last night; it may be living there
under the snow. Do you remember having it
when you came towards the house ?"
p" Yes, sir; Yes, sir, surely" said Patrick
frightening up. =" 1t is the last thing ] remim-
Der, seeing the lights, and feeling to if my
pack was safe; but niver such mountains
ef snow, and it takes the heart out of me to
think how it'll ever he fOundu
Weil we must hope for the best Mr. Nc
Cue; II it is lost there is your life to be thank
full for"
''Thnt's true, sir, thanks be to God and the
Blessed Virgin first, thin to yourself, and all of
ye2," he said feryentiy.
Down dropped the Elders heavy eyebrows,
and his forehead grew red. Must he speak 7
Would it be a christianity act to rebuke this be-
nighted mortal3 Yes, he thought so. Was it
uOT his duty, there before his children to break
n silence that might otherwise seem like pusil-
laniuity, or consent to strange irrational prac-
tees = II seemed so to his well balanced iudS-
ment, ard he asked, What religion arc you
of, Mr.. McCue 7"
&" What religion, sira Pm none of your reli-
gionB; Pm Cath Ollie, God Almighty be thank
ed }" said the man, opening wide his dull gray
eyes and looking fun i'll the Elders face.
Are you convinced, aud firmly persuaded,
that what you profess is right, and that it is a
faith unto salvation ~
NO, Pm not convinced, nor persuaded, nor
yet doubt, nor any of that, sir I t0o0 u and
sOrTa n biz do want of any other. If j ever
want TO turn haythen I'll go TO Algiers, where
was once BEFORE" exclaimed McCue. Yes,