The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-07-03

loaded o. = he carried, while the priest OBJ
| served, 41ken we must be OF at once" g
| "The4oA mo occasion, yer reverence
she said Aarnestly /" the unfortunate re-
probate-Go pity me that has to call 1t t.
hours, t6et If all the clargy in the tire
countieei Nas here, he could neither know
nor middle with them. So your reverence
can rest yQursep awhile, AM. Father Der.
nard may come too, as he promised to come
to see Little Rawnyeen afOre this time
do yon think I'd be desayin ye, Fargy,n
she continued more earnestly on pereeivine
them lesitate moment, an, holy man
putin, his feet inside my cabin this night,
where wan didn't stand afore SINCE Tom
was alive, the heavens be his bed -
know you wouldn't Nancy, if you
wor to. lose your life over again forit-but
is there mo- Hanger of has wakenin'an
Not the laiet; an if he was awake this
minnlt, he couldn't harm or hurt an in
The party now entered noiselessly and
seated themselves hardly the FIRE, which
soon blaxed brightly; and Nancy having
once more satisfied herself that Shawn
still sieptt |espite all objections, placed
some oat Tread, with milk Ind butter, and
q few eggs, before her visitors, who seemed
to vie wtth.each other in doing Justice to
the humble but wholesome fare.
The simple repast was not quite finished
when ths suffering infant again whined and
m0aned fretfhlly, and the poor, fond mother
--wTOrt on by its pite0us cries to the
forSet1lness of all else-b0re it gently
frolA ~ nlAce of unreal, and, on Bonded
Daracs hela e mp to the priest for his benz
Is > in 2hs ct 81 sring those up
4 80 81 ;st xtIed BY n terrified
zggered forth under the excitement Of
dpme terrible vision, with hair on end and
eyes starting from their sockets, though
evidently without the capability of COM
pretending what was passing before them.
The priest 1ndistinctiveiy fell back into
the shadow of the chimney, and the infant
nestled silently into it's mothers bosom,
utterly awed by the appearance of the re-
remorse-stricken wretch, who, rolling his
Myles, you have no business comm afther
me. didn't lay hands on you, an If
you went with us easily, you wouldn't be
shot. Thin what do you fasten yer burstin'
eyes on me for, an shake yer bloody hair
1 tell yon l didn't pull the Trigger, an
why don't you follow them that did
its Hell's flames to you! Take yer eyes
off me they're burnin' me to the heart; an
know well enough what you name with
yer bloody hands up. You name to give
me yer curse: but what do care for that,
if yer eyes wor off mef Murther-murther,
he has his broken jaw laid ON me, and feel
bis cold breath colder than the snow.
Blazes to We all, will you let him sthrangle
mef' He gasped--stamped
fercely, and, covering his eyes with his
hands, sank against the wall, while the
spectators shrunk from the energy of his
terrors; his tortured sister
sinking with her infant on the floor, as she
bitterly, ''Tis my uncle-ny I'M
Gle, Father Myles, that's hauntin' him, that
was shot because he was deaf whin they
wor takin' him.
In an instant the guilt-haunted wretch
again started forward, enchanting wildly,
What, more, more3 why do ye follow met
had NO hand in ye, an Fun not afraid o.
wan o. ye"-he made an attempt to rush
forward, but staggered, and would have
fallen on the hearth, had not the priest
caught and placed him once more against
the wall, shaking him heartily at the same
time.
Aroused to consciousness by the shock,
Shawn, now fixed his ayes for o moment as
steadily as he could on the party before
him, exclaimed, with one of his usual i'm
M'Cann, Misther Priest, that sthruck me a
Sunday, and Fargy Cormick the rapparee.
An it was We that was tormintin' me afther;
but the hangman I'll finger yer windpipes
soon and sudden for it,
Fergus snatched the stick from M'CanD,
and raised it to fell the drunken and auda-
;ious threatener, while M'CanD, with more
deadly intentions, took the pistol in ex
change. But catching the arm of Fergus,
Nancy said imploringly, "Fargy-Fargy,
william an' all as he is, would you kill my
1rotherf" /
Fergus looked at her for a moment, and
the stick to the hands of johnny,
Who also returned to- him, though reluct
lntly, as the baffied tiger retires from his
Intended prey, the pistol his fingers had
'een itching to- use and shawn, after few |
minutes silence, burst forth once more tut"
rhapsody of hidrohs imrrecatioms aud
error wrung exclamatious, that reud"red
i'm for the time almost ns much an object
4 compassion as of aversion to the three
listeners. But we shall drop the curtain an
iie remainder of the scene, nor seek {" liar
.w further the readers feelings, Ivy re-
eatfus the rawlings of guilt, rrni"rse, NOR
al terror, and despaiiing defiance.
Il, ~ 't''rpTs,iJ
DOn'E helieve in u man who talks tire