The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-03-06
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY MORNING, MARCH g. 1870.

There, in the fading light of the evening, the
lonely and mysterious man sat. Vice and deep
care had written their names on his brow, and
notched with wrinkles his .itlely -iorned though
sinister face An outcast and vaGahond he
again returns, after many wanderinSs amidst
the haunts OF the outlawed and the abandoned,
to blast the peace and happiness of those who
did him no w'rong-to throw his cold and icy
shadow ON those he had all but ruined. There
he sat, brooding and planning, and, through
the gloom and darkness of his soul, ran the
deep current of his thoughts, silently though
rapidly along, like Il river through cavern,
unchecred by one gleam of light or sunshine.
When supper was ready, Gerald Wayland
followed Tim into the room which the gauger
and his friends had vacated, and where he was
again left in solitude. Ee eat sparingiy OF the
humble repast which was laid before him, as
his eyes wandered from the yellow, cracked
and cobweb-festooned ceiling to the walls, on
which hung crude-colored prints in broken
frames and specimens of worsted work ike II
Chinese puzzle, wrought years upon years ago
by worthy female ancestor OF the proprietor
of the 1.-TWO Rangers" An old portrait in
oil, perforated by the walking-sticks OF excited
customers, hung over the piece, thanked
by two circular old mirrors, which had been
broken by convivial accident, but still continu-
ed to stick together, and. after VenItIan
fashion, reflected one persons face in hundreds
of expressions. The ancient mahogany chairs
aud tables: grown brown-black from age, were
kept together at their rheumatic joints by
strips ro;, nailed by some village artiticer.
The old clock, with q bronze face and black
hands, tcl:ed as if it had bronchitis, and when
it struck the hour it seemed to groan with
vehement hollowness too much for the impaired
state of its constitution. faded by his travel,
and having repasted, Wayland at length sum
moned Tim, by means of a small! hand
I and, having ordered .sespe brandy, desired that
if man dressed q sailoc asked for him he
should be shown in.
sIa1l 7 sir ?O asked lin.
giving knowing look from beneath his eyes
at his new customer.
81 see" said Wayland, remarking his hesita-
ton. 8. How long is it since Captain Rentoul
was here 7"
Tim looked the picture of astonishment as
Waylaud continued
"He may be here while l am absent; if so
tell him that will be back within an hour OF
two"
AS he passed out, after leaving Tim over
whelmed with surprise, he conrteously saluted
Mrs. Flannedy, who. stood i'll a dark room Off
| the hall, in which few dirty-lookns barrels
and some long-neclled bottles were ranged.
GO Mrs. Flannedy was round, fat faced
woman, not far from her tiftieth year. She APP
peared to be nearly as broad as she was long
There n knowing twinkle in her small
gray eyes; which, like her nose, was sadly in
terfered with by her cheeks around which was
tied IL red silk handkerchief. She had for
many years been widow, and waS known to
possess considerable wealth; but how it was
acquired, few persons knew, although it was
good venture on the sea-coast, not more than
| II mile distant.
In n voice something like the croak of a
iackdaw, she called for Tim after the stranger
had taken his departure. Tim, having cum
ningly looked about him for the purpose OF as
certaining if the stranger was gone, addressing
his mistress, said:
| AS sure as your name is Kitty Flannedy,
that fellow gone out is up for mischief He's
| as knowing rs Il certain onld gintleman HIM
self, and from what he said, think you ought
to the rocks with the ponies for the dhrane OF
| brandy and the handful of tobaccy. He knows
| all about it, and he knows the captain is to be
here tonight. Sure he towld me, woman, ito
tell the captain (antl he called him by his rale,
| right name, too,) that he would be back SOON -
The color in Mrs. Flannedy's face went and
came while Tim was making his statement,
| and, observing that he had excited the fears OF
his mistress, he continued:
"'Tisn't the thrife you would be making on
what You will run tonight, but all ye ever
made will be taken from ye. Instead OF
thrusting me, and keeping your mind to yonr-
| self, you were always telling your secrets to
| them sailors, that were here to-day and away
% 'h s1egn ghats
be a nice wheelbarrow. l tell you what it is,
he made an offer to me before he went out, but
L did not like it at first; but, now that think
on it, you ought to do it, for your own sake
| What is it to met but would not like to see
lone, wildly oman like you wronged out of all
you have"
t-..RAa Olu he ttA you W ooJ III
Mrs. Flannedy; give him everything if he
don't rune mew
| "You need not give him everything, either,
replied Tim, who pretended to be deeply con
cerned. "The way it was was this-he comes
up to me- and SEE he, Tim Slevin, believe
that's your name, and you was always FRIEND
to Mrs. Flannedy' (manin you) Tim Slevif
is my name, sir seq 1, and was always doin
my best to serve Mrs. Flannedy.' 8 know yor
was' SEE he; you need not say Il word about
that as everyone knows that; but what want
of YOU is this SEE he, is to tell you that
know where all the tobaccy is in the haggert
and w here the brandy is, too
Mrs Flannedy groaned aloud and wiped hel
face with the corner of her apron.
! ''' The divil you do II continued Tim
Il do SEE he, and more Don't mind more,
I-scz l. 'Weli,' SEE he, get me a hundred
guineys in goold from Mrs. Flannedy,' SEE he
land there will be more about it, and if yor
DON'T SEE he las sure she is your godmothe
and your mothers double gossip, will have
all she has in the world saized, and have her
self and yourself clapped into the body of tn
Jail for high trayson. Don't let any one know
she is giving the money to YOU SEE he' i
"WiiI give him the money, Tim |" aske'
Mrs. Flannedy, who was quite overcome by tn
intelligence V hich she had received.
"GiYe it, to be sure you WILL" replied Tin