The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-06-12

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meeting Father Bernard there, even though
it was day earlier than the priest had ar
ranged to be in that district.
CHAPTER v.
The cabin in which the prescribed in
structor of youth resided, was situated on
the edge of an extensive heath, stretching
away to the Partree mountains, and hard
by a deep, dark stream.
Ned was intently engaged over his
manuscript, occasionally rubbing his cap
with puzzled air and Frank paused to
observe his fantastic and curiously mingled
clay colored brogues. rutsy silk stockings,
and we'll patched black breeches, with
shining knee buckles. His vest was a
faded brocade, reaching. below his hips,
and his coat, more than half thread-bare,
was of fine black cloth, except the sleeves,
which were of blue frieze, which had been
inserted instead of the original ones, either
mel night-cap surmounted this motley
dress, at which the old man cast an occa-
sional glance, with no little complacency.
After having observed him for q few mo-
ments, Frank, advancing still unperceived,
slapped his Quondam tutor on the shout
der, exclaiming: halo, my old boy, still
over the books and papers, see." The
spectacles, and started again, muttering to
himself: "Yis-no-surely it can't be him
self in airDest. Yet it's so like him! It
must be his fetch. Ochone, Masther
Frank, are e. e raie flesh an blood. or o1'y
"Real flesh and blood, my old cock, re-
sponded Frank, with hearty shake of the
hand, which was enthusiastically returned;
" and how has the world gone with you
since I hoisted sail :"
"Hubaboo, murther in airnest!" shouted
the old man, as nc jumped around with
the agility of boyhood, now perfectly as
sured of the reality of his visitor. ''Masther
Frank himself! Let me look at you
phoo, what beautiful lad he's turned out
the little gossoon that was, the other day,
oply in his Cesar and rule of three. An
to think ov his bein in form parts, an they
say q great sailor, too. suppose Eneas,
himself, in all his wanderings, couldn't
sights yop must have seen abroad, Masther
Frank The true religion is, in course, in
great splendor abroad; and | suppose you
wips to see the Pope and st. Peters. 1
bar they're rale grand sights"
Z sour canvas did not reach quite 30 far,
Ned. But another tune I must give you
the whole history of my voyages. At
here"
"Ou, bad, bad, bad entirely for Us. No
thing but fnin', am imprisonin' an trans
portin,' if we don't become vagabond turn
coats, like Masther Robert beg your
pardon, Masther Frank"
|'And do you still venture to instruct 2"
stWhy, what would the creatures do at
~ <,f3io -
to teach them their Christian doctrines and
the sarvin' o. mass an they already with
out priests an without chapels. Yis,
Frank, as long as I'm left alive
an out o. Jail, I'll thry to give them a
O. the larnin' the gossoons are 80
fond ov. How is Sir Edmund-that was
weatherin' it out-the jolly and good
/ didn't see him for the last
month";"
"He is driving fast to his eternal harbor,
and it's as much owing to his illness, as to
my wish to see yourself, that 1 came here
to- day, as I thought / might bear some
thing of Father Kilger, who landed with
me two days ago-you haven't heard OF, or
from him 2"
"That's the first time beard his name
this many a long day; an' did
the darling vinture back to his own onld
parish, in spite of the two Shawnee Faith,
thin, maybe he won't be as welcome as the
h0wers o. May, Or" ne was interrupted
by q low, sweet voice, calling from the up
posite side of the cabin, "Ned, old Ned,
are you theref"
The tones thrilled with electrical in
duence through Frank. His frame trem-
bied, and his agitation became visible,
even to the dim eyes of his companion.
'DOn't be alarmed, Mr.. Frank, +" observed
the latter, "rm coming, my jewel-it's
only my little rosebud, Elizabeth An
drews, that sometimes gets an odd les
SON from me, to Improve her language and
of accounts. You reminder
Miss Elizabeth-I'm with you in a jify, a
hagur, {my love)-though she dOesn't re-
yon, with your foreign Look, aud
accent. But can introduce
y0u in q minnit. Twas herself that gave
me most ~ these Cue Taiments, that call
my Irish togae Tho glanced proudly over
his notly babiliments.
mot q word of my name on any &C.
count, Ned, or / will instantly hoist sail.
The young lady must reinember-I re-
member her---tiat is, we shall be very
we'll acquainted"
"Very well, Masther Frank-here is the
blooming flower hersep." Pulling off his
head gear, Ned sprang forward, will, q
grace all his own, To assist over hedge
adjoining the cabin, u blooming girl,
radiant with health and exercise. Bessy
Andrews was Hebe-iike in person, with
rich brown tressess, flowing in careless