The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-07-17

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shall be on your witch-like carcase.n
Me dhrnnk! ye rale drunken an on
nathref brute" exclaimed the old wo ma
with herco bitterness; her small, red eyes
! dilated for the moment, and her withere
hands cienched, while her frail body shool
rls MS hand to me that carried him in m,
arms--l wish they wor palsied when di.
i'd, an of'n am of'n tould Sir Edmund an
my Lady tche heavens be their bed thi
night that they wor pettin' up viper
wnin l used to see his bouldness an Ondu
tnn!ness, bat what signifies what an oull
coihagh ees-but af he ris his hand to me
"a claw the very face off ov him would
at was TO be hung for id the next minnit.'
She spoke with clenched teeth, and
stretched cut her long nails, as if preparing
to spring, wild cat like, at his throat, while
every joint in her body trembled with pas
| sion.
Utterly apraged by her bitter taunts, he
| raised thesWhip he carried, but his hand was
| arrested by Mr.. Gordon, the rector of the
parish, who entered Just then.
Hailo,s MIR. Gordon" said Sir Robert,
turning 6ercely around, and shaking off his
restrainer rudely, you will recollect, that
though you are parson, care very little
more for g parson, than for priest"
must remember also, Sir Robert, that
l am q naasss and wish you, too, would re-
collect you. are one, on 80 solemn, and,
what should be to you, so deeply sorrow,
full an occasion"
Yon are not in the pulpit now, Mr..
Gordon; We want no sermons here, and you
!" I shan i1terfere now and at all times.
as cleE8eah and q gentleman, to protect
my frieM0 Miss Lynch, from insult and an
noyance she wishes my interference"
Ellen eped his hand, and looked con-
naingiy oily il bis face without
triumphantly st Sir Robert, excIefmeSs
" thank God, Miss Ellen has some wan to
back her now, beside an oufd colliagh."
"I,tell you, Gordon" said Sir Robert,
in a violent tone, though 1 may be-
obliged to pay you tithes for nothing, you
: not prevent my having my father
buried according to my own wish. I am
not to be rode rough>shod over, like an old
woman or o boy.n
wish, Sir Robert" said Mr.. Gordon,
impressively, "yOu had shown/more filiai
respect towards an over indalgent parent
during his life, and that instead of profan-
Jog the house of death, you were now ex-
hibiting conduct, more indicative of the
feelings OF a son and Christian, on 80 |
solemn and mournful an occasion. Then |
how cordially we should all unite with YOU |
In conducting the obsequies of him, whose
charity ai!d kiudheartedness so richly de-
served that his remains should be respect4
ed by ALL"
"Gordon, you are calculating on your
gown, like any other old woman,n said Sir
Robert, furiously, "but, though you reckon
On your cloth saving you from personal
you may find yourself mis-
taken even In that respect, if you persist
IN thus thwarting me in q matter that
doesn't concern you; besides that, nv word
may be something with Sir John still.
Sir Robert, You miscalculate my char
icter altogether-else, you are not Just
low in state to estimate it properly, or
7ou would not deem for moment 1 could
Dc deferred from interfering in case that
sfects me SO strongly as this, by any per-
'onal or selfish fears. All paltry consider
'tions In regard to preferment, you might
rave learned before this, have long ago
lung to the winds; and now tell you dis
inctly that shall remain here, however it
nay anger you, until see you depart from
! roof yost should protect from annoyance
Igainst the world, and beneath which
lothing should have tempted-you to in.
rude on this night, and in SO unhallowed
spirit"
fther all, an, he's talkin' like Christian
ure enough" whispered Katy to crone
Who had had the hardihood to remain with
Ter, when her other companions fed; while I
he Infatuated barOnet swore, with tremen-
lous imprecatiOns, he would make the BEN
VIOLENT clergyman retract his words.
ARA don't purtend to hear the brute,
er reverence; an myself an the women j
lone III soon give him the ontside, not to I
Ne aggravatin' yourself an the darlin' '
Dung misthress, not to talk o. disturbin' ]
he blessed corpse"
Ay, pitch the blasphemin' turncoat out ,
the windy" exclaimed somesof the men !.
Inside the door, forgetting, in the resist !
ess excitement of the moment, all fears G
)r bis future resentment. =
Mr.. Gordon seated himself calmly by the g
'1ndow, while Sir Robert, clutching his t
hip more firmly, glanced fercely from the T
ector towards the door whence the voices I
ad proceeded. There was something, y
owever, SO threatening and ominous Of =
anger, in the wolfish eyes and fierce coun-
'nances that prOtruded through the door 8
'ay, that, after brief struggle with his O
rath, he moved out, swearing he would h
ave the burial his own way, after all, and g
iat he would have revenge, and speedily, q
a Mr.. Gordon, and pursued by the :
curses, loud and Deep" of the devoted re- =
iners amid whom he proceeded.
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