The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-12-17
THE noRaMG STAR AND CATHOLIC SUNDAY II

yourself, but win expose her machinations,
viii dectroy her false security. wiz wiring
from hsr ~ the strong hand Of Justice, IN Or
:. NJ. no, NJ. Davis. forbid you esef to do
Ellens hands tremblsd ss<she extended
aud Knitted brow, LOOKED ali the determination
that his words implied.
"You forbid msr no exclaimed passionate-
y. You forbid mo to restore what ie yours.
has stolen from the dead man there"
SYes, Mr.: Davis, yes, forbid you to do this
N6ecause she 10 your NEITHER"
Hc turned and strobe away from her, walked
rapidly along the grassy aisle, then stopped
and leaned his head against marble tomb.
Bitter were his thoughts and wild the struggle
fsrgotten duty of the son. Love and reverence
for her whom he still called mother. had long
since departed. He had buried them with the
other bright visions of the paet, but he had
| retained the semblance of what he should have
felt, until this last deed had crowned her with
infamy and himself with shame, Could he but
| Of honesty, of restoring TO tbe orphan girl her
lawful heritage, he would fsel that he had
hight to lift his head among his fellow mon !;
nay more he might dream one day Of seeking
Ellen,s love-but disgraced, dishonored as ne
was, and forbidden, too, to clear his name
from this foul stain, what was left to him but
despair and gloom.
by his side.
ut grieves me to see yon affected. III
panied you by what said, it was for your own
| Did you ever reflect that your loss is to be
| His words were fierce and stern, his face
{! as pale as the marble against which he leant.
She had not thought of it. He know she
her face.
':You make my lot very. hard one, my
turned his eyes full upon her.
only told Mr. What that s GHa a sas
may be long in the land of the living"
has robbed me even of tho desire of life. l
care not now how short it may be-"
manner!" And q shudder thrilled through
her very words what can say to make
your duty palmer. your path more clearr.
-.Iell mo to pursue the aim ! nave IN view;
Let me clear my name of this disgrace and
give you back your uncles gold Do not keep
re bowed beneath this mighty sorrow, this
bleak shadow in my hearth
"not if you can only do 80 by darkening your
mothers name."
"She is not worthy"
| eve are not told that worth must exist in
her whom we are commanded to honor next to
God. Surely there is need to remind You
of truths taught in your early childhood"
"No, was not taught them then," he re-
Joined bitterly. "she bade me honor riches
| and riches only"
"They seldom bring happiness when loved
| for themselves alone"
"They have never brought me even taste of
tho blessed boon. But am sadly neglecting
my duty. 1t is time to return home, and Mrs.
Brown will be justified if she gives mo q good
scolding for keeping you out 80 late"
He smiled a strange, unnatural smile, And
offered her his arm They paused once more III
their walk before the lowly grave, and, taking
off bis hat, tho young man said monrnfully:
Poor, quiet sleeper, I envy You your rest
beneath that sod. and your precious memory
above it," Then, turning to his companion, he
added, II shall not forget your wishes, but will
one day cover this spot, SO dear to you, with =
moro enduring memento than this frail cross"
She would not forbid him this, for she felt it
would be some comfort to his tortured heart
thus to atone, in part, for his mothers strange
neglect.
| Ito be continuedl