The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-03-06


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land if he should be speaking to you, don't
you for your life say word aboutit. or he will
hand it back to yoIi, and go off to the sauger
and ruin u.s."
s.And better give You the money now, he
fore he comes backsn asked Mrs. Flannedy.
To he sure you are" observed Tim, who was
much afraid the return of the stranger would
prevent him demanding his mistress.
Mrs. Flannedy withdrew fora short time, and
when she returned, she gave lin hundred
guineas, rolled up in a portion of q stocking.
AS Tim slowed away his prize, he observed,
money from poor, lone woman, but he wont
be the better of it II know he won't, said Tim,
under his teeth, tfor he will never get it, y" aud
he withdrew, impressing on his mistress the
necessity of extreme caution.
When Wayland left the "Two Rangers" the
summer moon was rising from piles of heecy
clouds, and threw its soft and solemn high t over
the still and beauteons landscape. All was at
rest but the soul of the ruined and abandoned
Gerald Wayland, who wendell his way towards
the school in which his son, his first born, slept
near. his many school-fellows in peaceful rest
The moonlight threw his shadow on the road
as the wretchetl and broken down outcast stood
in listening attitude, when he suddenly start
ed at the sound of approaching footsteps
"Can this be RenLpul,' thought he; III SO, he
is over punctu:ti."
"a fine night" said grutf voice.
st is" said Wayland, ''bnt bad enc for our
purpose, as fear the moon will spoil every
thing"
fCharmer' will be here before we have oNr
plans ready; what can schoolmaster and his
scholars do to rascals like you and me, with
twelve armed men at our backss Show them
where Theology is, and warrant you it won't
be long before they will have him on board the
sCharmer-no backing out now, know you
have pluck-do you remember the time Eou
threw the exciseman the cliff, when we
were running the brandy yonder ~
Speak low" said Wayland; II have been
the right of the hall door; you may, Rentoul,
know very Well how to manage vessel in bad
weather, but the job before us requires more
caution than you think. If we fail in this at
"How much would yonr wife civ for the
boy, suppose we capture him ?" asked the per-
son addressed as Rentoul.
All that she possesses in the world" re-
piled Wayland, on whose face scowl of ma
lice settled down like cloud. as he added
''She will not approve of my being the mora!
guardian of her son, through whom l will
make her and her mother open their purse
strings
Rentoul was thin, hard-featured man, APP
parently about 40 Xsays of age. His face bore
Il most forbidding aspect, owing to a sabre cut
which had divided his nose and deprived him
of the light of one of his eyes. He was dressed
in the garb of a sailor, and although the air
was warm and balmy, he wore n large red inut-
fer round his neck. In his early days, he had
been apprenticcd to the sea from a Scotch port.
When still young, he picked mp with the crew
fractions for him that he devoted all his eneT-
gies to improve his own fortunes by defraud-
ing the revenues. By the profits of a few sue
cessful trips be succeeded i'll realizing as much
as enabled him to purchase the ''Charmer," and
commenced business on his own account. He
made the acquaintance of Wayland some years
before, when he gave him q passage to Rotte'-
dam, at Il time when he was pursued by the
officers of the law on u charge of forgery.
:" hear the men comiug" observed Renton!
'they knowing rascals, how quiet they
keep their tougues-they know there's IL prize
ahead, and they are canuy as if they were
running freight of brandy under the wake oil
| a cruiser" ~
fThat is the proper way: all must be done
quietly, but violence to the boy, for that
would ruin ALL" said Wayland, in whom still
fingered the expiring embers OF his early good
nature and affection-aH but distinguished by
"No fear of violence" replied Rentunl, "and
| as for quiet, look at these lambs" as he point
ed to seven desperate looking fellows, who
now stood in n group, under the SHADOW Oh an
old tree which overhung the road
A low Kissing sound from Rentoul, brought
| the new corners AROUND him. They presented
more the appearance of the representations OF
Brown from exposure to storm and sunshine
| the skin on their faces resembled leather
They wore loose caps of various colors, and red
wooden shirts were substituted for the blue
Jackets. Their legs were encased in high jack
boots, which were adopted for the purpose Of
enabling them to wade under a load in shallow
| water, and to protect their feet and legs iron
sharp rocks and shingle, when bearing a cargo
| to the Shore
Addressing few words to his crew, Rentou
joined Wayland, and after a brief conversation
the later opened wicker gate, through which
! he entered, followed by his associates. Fol
some time they moved along in the shadow o.
n hedge, and then at quicker pace entered
the open field or lawn, which surrounded thu
mansion. 1t had formerly been the famiI,
residence of a country gentleman, of ample
fortune, as it supposed, bnt who in realit!
became only the inheritor of debts accumulat
ed by his ancestors for generations. 1t was on
OF those quaint old fabrics. built of red brick
with high pitched roof, aud lofty gables, SIN
mounted by huge chnneys. The ancient fash
toned windows were nearly level with tn
walls exteriory, and were furnished with MI
merous small panes of murky looking glass
The pleasaunce was now play ground, bu
1 there still remained about it evidences o
its once; having been well cared for. Or
namental trees and shrubs arrived at n
honorable old age, though hacked an
broken by juvenile mischief spoke of tn
old pleasaunce in it's palmy days, before Roc
Lodge was sold to Mr.. Roberts, the principal Q
the seminary. Charles Wayland had bee
placed at this establishment by his mothe
some months before, and, as he had the reputa