The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-09-18
Morning Star and Catholic Messenger.
NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY. SEPTEMBER 49, 1915.
From the Catholic world.l
THE EMIGRANT.
CHAPTER 1.

mile afore ye this mornin'-and for many = |
loornin' after it."
AS she spoke the last words the woman's |
voice trembled, and she hid her face in the |
to stiae the grief that was
yelling up in great sobbing waves from
her breaking heart. As the sound of her
voice broke in upon his slumbers, man
rose from the bed where he had thrown
himself, half dressed, couple of hours
before, and, not yet quite awakened to
consciousness, he looked around the room
n q bewildered way.
Then he sat down on the side Of the bed
and covered his eyes with his hand, vainly
sndeavoring to hide the tears that half
blinded him.
A chair stood near the bedside, and the
wife drew it towards her and sat down,
laying her head upon his knee. Very soft
~ and tenderly he stfoked the dark hair
two or three times, then, while a great sob
convulsed his frame, he bent his own head
till his lips touched her forehead Willy,
sionately, looking up at him with sorrow
tnl eyes keep brave heart, ashore; it's
s5tsn yen need it where ye're goin'."
=" Shure it's dhreamin' 1 was, Mary" he
said ''and the strangest dream l thought
Z d was in America, and waikiki in the
partiest greenwood your heart ever pic
Shured. The birds were singin' and the
daisies CROWN as they wud be in heaven
the sky was as bright and as blue as our
own. But through the middle of the land
ran u great, wide river, and it was between
and greenness, Mary, when 1 hadn't you
wild me; and although where you stood
wasn't half so purity q spot as where was,
it seemed the most beautiful place in the
world, because you wur there. You wor
lopgin' to cross over to me, and the chill
dren pullin' at your gown and pintin' to
me always. Some how, it seemed to me of
q sudden that if stretched out nv hands
to We, We might come; and I did it; and
We came without any fear of the wather,
right through and across it, and almost
tencDed Katie with my hands, and felt her
sweet breath on my cheek. But Just as We
would have set your foot on the ground be-
side me, something came between us like
fash of fire, and ye were gone, all o. We,
and held out my hands to the empty air.
And then, thank God! heard ye CALM
sWilly, Willy darlin',' and saw YER own
sweet face bendin' over me as l woke"
The wife put one arm around her hus-
banda neck, as he ceased speaking, and
with other smoothed back the masses
Of waVy brown hair that fell over his fore
head, while she said in tonesscarcely au
dible through her tears, "It's nothin',
dreams at all and ye know that it's often
when we're throubled, we carry the
throuble wild us into our sleep. It was all
owin' to the talk We had before you lay
down Of the weary. weary way ye were
goin', and leavin' us behind. But we won't
feel the time passin' till we'll be together
again, and we'll be as happy as the day is
Bong. Ashappy as q queen )" do ye mind
~ Willy, the song ye wur SO fond OF hear
me- sing when Twas q colleen ana you
the blithest boy in the three parishes :"
"Do mind it, acushla-do I mind it
Al well as mind the merry voice, and
the bright eye, and the light step that are
gone for ever. God is good, Mary, God is
good but English tyrants are cruel, and
Irish hearts are their meat and dhrink.
we deserve. He's leadin' US to himself by
hard and bitter ways; but he loves his
ewn. He's takin' you to a land of plenty,
where there'n be no hard landlords or 1.-THE
proctsrs to make yer blood boil and yel
eyes fash, and me and the little ones'll
soon follow"
By this time two little girls had crept
from a bed at the foot of the larger one
Sny things, scarcely more than babies
sither of them, and they stood looking
Tonderingly up into the faces of their ia
ther aod mother.
The elder of the two, dark-eyed ant
black haired like her mother, seemed tt
take in some of the sorrow of the situation
but the younger, beautiful, blue: ed
fair-haired little creature, buried her curl.
head in the bed.clothes, and began to pla.
1peep" with all her heart,
"May be I'm foolish, Mary" said lie
husband, as he watched the playful child
Iand it's ashamed / ought to be, breaking
down when you're so brave but you'll
have the little ones to comfort ye, and III
be all alone"
Then with an effort he arose and busie
himself in completing the arrangements G
his dress, while his wife placed breakf as
on the table. 1t was very poor an
scantily furnished room in which the littl
family sat down to- take their last meal to
gether, but it was exquisitcly clean an
neat. They had known comfort and pros
perity, and even in their poverty could b
seen the traces of better days.
When William Leydcn. married Mar
Sullivan, "the prettiest and sweetest gil
m the village" they were unanimousl
= voted the handsomest couple that ever LEI
the parish church as man and wife. All til
world seemed bright before them; they ha
youth, health and strength, and sorrow an
pain seemed things afar from them then
and they loved one another. Smile, cynis
as cynics debut love is the elixir of Lift
and without it any life is poor and incon
l2ete.
For time--a sweet, short, happ
time-all went we'll. Then misfortune
began to gather, one by one.
First the crops failed, the cows died an
Leyden fell ill of q fever, and lay helplei
for many months. Little by little the
savings dwindled into insignificance, an
to crown all, the landlord gave them motto
to vacate their farm, for which he had bee