The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1869-01-24

NEW ORLEA
facture the daily bread of household, and
cook the same upon griddle. Her right hand
yields o knife, wherewith to turn the three
cornered farls" whom the critical point of their
browning shall have arrived. Her gown of
lively print is kirtled up over her red petticoat.
and her black apron is fastened tidily around
her waist. =
Honsria is one of those girls one sometimes
meets, who, gifted with very good share of
but those who know them WELL She has grave,
dark eyes, with thick-set fringes and shadowy
brows, grave dark hair, without wave or ripple,
turned round her head on comb, as is the
fashion in Lettergesch and its surroundings.
She has plant mouth, an oval cheek, and 9
dainty ear, half bare. Altogether it is q head
Of character, q steadfast head, one should like
dashes Of a.soft, heavy pencil, and here and
there a delicate stroke, traced in with an F.
Honoria never figures as Q belle, for there is
something of reserve or pride, or mingling of
and the close grasp of her fathers arm coming
out, and if love her face for my pencils sake,
tho laughing youths who meet her there admire
much more yonder rosy, round-facede damael.
with the glancing eyes and coquettish turned
up nose. Those only who live within the radii
of Honoria's home.smiles come under the whole
some influence of her beauty, when it is summed
-aud mellowed by kindness in the glad dis
charge of the tender charities of domestic life
But we considering her now, when she is
bright tempered and happy. I will not prom
Use that she is all sweetness and perfection. /
believe that people of HOnoria's strength and
depth of feeling have rarely attained to ever
even amiabilty Of demeanor at so early an age,
whatever experience and the habit of selfcon-
troll may achieve for them in the future.
Honoria turned her farls. The latch of the
door clicked, and her father came in.
Michael Deane was o tall old man, with large,
strongly marked features, and cheeks roster
than his daughters. His eyes were bright for
his age, and of that description which are wont
to scatter kindIiness about in continual little
showers of sparks, but when the light turns to
ire, it comes forth in a flame, which is very apt
to set all about it ablaze. He was something
the front part of his head was very white, and
hung long behind his coat collar.
He hung up his sou'-wester hat and came to
he said "Is Willie come
NO." said the girl, shortly, jerking herknife
about the griddle and fidgeting the cakes to
little purpose. "The sorra on him for a loiter-
CT, he hasn't showed his face this side the mea-
ran, I'll be bound"
Michael shrugged hisbroad shoulders, chuck
led, and glanced with half-sarly fondness at
his daughter.
"There you go,n said he. tits always the worst
word in your head you give that poor, dacent
lad, that's been werkin' months back with the
stranger. II his shala's sthrange to our thrash
ell you know why he's denyin' himself the light
O. your eye and the Tilt of your voice. ALL to
make You q well-to-do wife the sooner. Shame,
Honor! shameP
Honor's dusky eyebrows tried hard to meet in
q frown, but her eyes shone beneath them.
It's all Pm sayin'," said shey X that he ought
to be here afore this, an if he isn't soon III put
down the tay, am wait NO longer am it's could
auarthers heI1 get when he comes.n
Hoot, hootb said the old man, twitching
round in his chair, impatiently, "'deed You'll
do no SIGH o thing, sorra wan o. you an you
know that as well as I do; 30 where's the use O.
bletherin' am blustherin'f Pm feared when
you're married you'll make the house too hot
for him, poor boyP
Honor stood tapping her foot on the hearth
stone, and looking into the fire. An ineffably
sweet look broke through the assumed cloud on
her face, and settled on the corners Other Lips
and deepened the little curved shadows under
her eyes. She unused q few moments, looking
brightly into futurity, through the glowing sods
of turf.
dwell +! wellw she said, I" never made the
house too hot for you, father. may speak a
cross word when Pm vexed; but if it hurts
breathin' Pm sorrier for it than if it had choked
me. Willie's gettin' the worst o. menow, any
how" said she, with rising color; "oniy
wouldn't tell that same to him."
step rnng on the stones outside. Honoria
turned sharply round, with her back to the
door, and became on sudden very much en-
| 0aped with the plates on the dresser. The latch
clicked for the second time, and o man came IN
1t was Willie.
HonoFia's, with fair curly hair, and blue eyes.
His step, as he entered, was more hurried than
eager, and his smile was not an untroubled one
as he Grasped and wrung the old mans hand
But the light was uncertain, and Michael knew
no cause for uneasiness. Honor found leisure
| now to leave her dresser, and, glancing sIyly
| from Wiiiies curling forelock to his soil-be-
spattered brogue, said, in dry tone