The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-10-10
THE oUTCAsTs.
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CHAPTER V.

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CHATTER V.
Whilst Norma was suffering at the hospital,
poor Cecilia perfectly miserable at the
school. Her eyes were swollen with continual
crying, whilst her Pale face wore a harassed,
anxious look, painful ~ behold in so
young! -
sage whilst the street door was left accident
ally open. A tempting thought of escape
rushed to her mind-the next moment she
darted through the entrance halfway down
the street But Cecilia ran too fast, for she
stumbled and fell. A passer-by instantly lifted
her up, and gently inquiring whether she was
hurt, said
-5:sSwhere are you going in such haste, little
girfHr
81 was going to see Norma, at the hospital"
returned the child.
ITO see Norma ~ exclaimed the stranger, in
extreme surprise; care you Cecilia BrownF
yes" said Cecilia, astonished in her turn
''but who are you, sir, and how do you know
II am a Catholic priest,7 rejoned the gen.
tleman land was going to call for you, for l
have Just seen Norma at the hospital, and she
gave me your name and address"
go, dear sir" cried Cecilia, now clinging to
him as if she had known him all her life, tell
me how Norma is, and take me to her."
mo, my little girl cannot do that" replied
the good priest; ION the contrary, must take
you back to the school, for Miss Thornton
must be quite alarmed at your sudden disap-
pearance, for suppose she did not allow you
to come ont rs you are"
And -sssaiiitasly-Fe -tlsst-sbe-hsd
neither bonnet nor shawl.
Cecilia hung down her head like truant
child as she was then recollecting the heavy
displeasure and disgrace her ''sortie" might
bring upon her, said in low pleading tones:
''Do, sir, speak for me to Miss Thornton, for
she will be so very, very angry. know
have done wrong, but do so love Norma"
''Well Cecilia, you are quite right to love
stead of running out into the street in this
strange fashion, yOu ought to stay at homo and
pray for her recovery"
BY this time they had reached the establish
ment. Cecilia shr8nk back behind the priest
whilst he knocked, and began to cry as the
servant who opened the door exclaimed OIL
seeing her:
''Well, if eveTr'
Without any other comment than this elo
quent exclamation, the girl showed therRxntt
the pariOT, where soon after Miss Thornton
came in much ruttied.
az am obliged to you, sir" she said, "fo
bringing back little runaway"
"a lucky chance answered the priest
drought me to the spot where Miss Brown
o. fell, but was coming to. see her"
Miss TB0intOns anger now gave place TO as
constituent. Before her stood a man of nobl
bearing-dignity was stamped on his high pal
brow, whilst every perfect feature seemed t.
Partake of the Tepose of sculptured marble
BY some unaccountable process, all the human
passions seemed to have been forever hushet
in the strangers breast yet that he had
heart tcnderly alive to sympathy with his fel
low-creatures was strongly shown in the decl
interest he evinced for a poor servant girl a
the hospital, and runaway child for whom IN
earnestly pleaded forgiveness.
He was evidently man of powerful elo
Quence, from his complete command. of Ian
guage. There was an indefnable charm IL
his voice, whose tones seemed as if they coul'
be raised To laundering force, yet sink +
Whispering sweetness.
His hair was almost entirely gray, and hi
fine form was slightly bent, as il he had un
dergone fatigue in foreign climes., Whateve
might have been his pOsition-in society, b
was no ordinary person.
Such as he was, he completely puzzled Mis-
Thornton, TO whose conjectures he uncor
scously put an end by placing in her hand
card on which she read with dismay, "Fathe
Paul Tremoine.F
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