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

NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 81, 1862

NEW ORLEA]
the Letthereen farm, = the reward ofny laso1s
when the time should DO out" a..a1
.ss xassasas as E Fl as
known all this before, Willie, a. you know.
whasever's benin yet, tsirt atwsnst.n
Sns tSss
never say Fslunk away like . coward, without
teIlingth truth, fair an open Sol come to
tell Il TO your own ssp, for know that you're
honest and straightforward, am would rather
have the words from my own mouth. loved
you well, Honor, when asked you to be my
wife, God sees did, an like you yet, but
now - i y Il
Willie makes q faltering pause, and there IL
q deep silence.
darkness, that hides the poor white face and
saves the maiden's pride! Oh kindly blaze,
that slumbers on the hearth, and will not spring
which the h ssss III
is shattered! Kind, plying angels, whose
task it is to stand around the dying beds of
men, gather near for here is q life-struggle
going ON keener and darker than that of deathi
Call back the wandering senses, that are drift.
ing down that black river, whieh has flooded
around the bewildered brain. Rouse thee,
are not for the yet.LLife is thy master, and
urges thee to action.
Willie has ceased, and Honoria must answer,
before silence convict and shame her. Where
is the voice. and where the words 1t
seems ages since she knew how to use either.
Yet she must speak-she will. The foot is
| crushed into the earthen flooring, and the hand
is strained over the brains throbbing roof, and
the words come forth-not in heroic speech,
but in the simple, horneiy phrase in which they
| are accustomed to rank themselves, falling from
al cannot say but you've spoken fair an
honorable, Willie Glen, an! you're goin' to get
no blame from me. Your hearts your own, an
mines mine; an you're free to marry the wan
you like best. Honoria Deane'n never STAN In
| your way"
H. Willie's chest expands and his tongue steadies.
God bless you, Honor ne SAID d;a d;l knew 's
many's the sharp word. But see now that
that was because you couldn't like me well
enough; an so, it's all for the betther." 49,.
hush awhile yet. and thou shalt have utterance.
"a weights rolled off my shoulders for I
fear ed to face you with the truth. But, You
see, pve been q good bit away beyond, an our
feelin's isn't our own, an couldn't help what
happened. God knows, it isn't for the lucre
ouldi mother to support. / have nothin' but
what lean earn at labor; so that itll be @any's
the weary weary day af0re can offer her the shelter
There is q lull in Honoria's storm.
Shelter Of = roofr she exclaimed. don't
know what you mane. Havn't you Letthereen
It's 0 snug place, an &purGy place au II your
love doesn't make your wife happy IN u! sne s.s
not worth your pains. A woman might ave
her life in ii, am die hapgy.n
It was well that was the Last, or Honor1a'e
words might have ended in q sob. She smoth'
cred and choked in silence, thankful that She
;, danger had been escaped. ti
I" Ietthereou p echoed Willie. "Letthereen'i
!, none o. mime, Honor Deane, but your own
, When do whist Pm doin' I've neither right mol
l call to i$.n - '.-- ----------
cam if You havn't, no more have i. Wha
, would q lone woman do with farms an fsrniin
when shes plenty without the bother No, no
, Willie Glen; fatherlaid ont Letthereen for yol
when he took you home. he gave 1t to you
, lfather's son long afore you spoke TO me; LET
Tthereen's your own, an I've nothin 70 90 wlti
it. He only put it on me like for the name Q
o the thing; go don't make any bones ABOUT taAinp
what's your OWL"
;. 0Honor r, said Willie, in tones Of SINGER
9 admiration, "f never knew you out an out tn
a now. But you don't know what you're talkir
o about. The Guild mans geod|God bless MN
but he hasn't the forgivin heart OF woman
Q He'll never forget this; an do you think hel
give his best farm, that he'd laid out wit
q broke their word and desayed him :" ,,5,,
d Honoria's answer rung quick upon TINS las
NJ She smoke in sharp, energetic sentences an
"a with an intensity of restrained e1citemen'
n her voice. - 81 ,;;.-- 1,,.. -, 4
le T. Don't say that again, Willie GlsnE 81
a said don't spake that word againl It's hit,
Is Won know the Deanes, or you woutdnS dafe
At because his daughters been passed for anothe
Va I tell YOU the farm o. Letthereen may 60 !
II wreck an ruin, the say may sweep 1t nom u
4 hiII-s;tle before SGT foot IN 1T, or toucn u
NJ incre that comes OF. No, NO; we're none
40 that sort We've plenty, 30 fret no more aoo'