The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-09-03

when suddenly he caught o subdued hgnt
q Catholic Church !; it was Saturday evening.
and the Church was open for confessions. Inc
young man stopped lie had not entered "a
msny Raos Of since ns ss onSug
peace. Besides, 1t was her church, and be on
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knelt slight girlish form. For some MINUTES
she remained motionless in prayer, then rising.
the light fell full upon the pale, tear.sta lined
features Of Grace Murray. As she walked from
the church Charles Russell followed her, and
whom they reached the portal, the true and up
right man placed his hand upon her arm, and
"Grace Murray, I have sought you for
weeks; once before by q cruel misapprehen,
sion Of my condnct lost you for years, and
Der the days of our boy and girl lovef II you
love me still, and think yon can be happy with
me always, give me the right to protect yoa
lifels long journey as my own dear wife,
That was all the Young man said; it seemed
but Q cool wooing, but it came like sunshine
weary heart. All that long day she had been
without food or warmth, and this night was
the last that would find her sheltered. But
never for an instant permitted q doubt Of His
goodness to disturb her perfect faith, and now
He had rewarded her long, patient entering.
For am instant after Charles Russell ceased
to speak Grace remained silent; then she
placed her cold trembling little hands in his.
Grace, yoa are so desolate, 30 unprotected.
why not let it be tonight Come, retire into
the church until return"
In an hour the expected bridegroom return
cd, and Grace adjusted the faded shawl about
her pretty form, trying to still the beating of
sGs to
them. In q half hour Charles Russell conduct
ed his bride to the elegant apartments taken
for her use at the hotel. Laughingly she sat
IA inv her yyOrn
dress.
Never mind. dear, You are more precious
to me in that homeiy garb than Miss Grey
her 6nery. But still, for appearance sake, you
must array yourself in the garb of fashion SO
hurry and furnish me with directions for your
MIR. Russell, where have you been this
long time" exclaimed Lily Grey, rs she en-
counter ed Charles Russell in the street. eve
Thought, or rather feared, you might be ill. and
mamma and intended going in search of you
to-day. You young bachelors are always 80
careless of your health. yon require seeing af-
ter" continued the fashionable beauty.
THANK You, Miss Grey, for your solicitude,
but can claim no more bachelor faults or
privileges; and, had been SO unfortunate as
to fall Ill, have an excellent nurse in the pei
"You claim no bachelor privileges, and say
your wife will nurse yOuf How fond Of joke
disposed to jest was married last Thursday
to your late seamstress, Miss Murray," aud the
young husband quietly walked away. indig-
nant in the memory OF his wife's wrongs.
While Grace, happy Grace Russell, sitting at
the window of her own elegant drawing-rooD,
was watching the orange glow Of the sunset,
and thinking of the other sunset, which was
but two short months ago, when her Lire was
all under q cloud which it then seemed n9
sunlight would ever dispel. But perfect faitd
had ever illumined her pathway. and bright
ened the gloom that envelopeds her life; and
bliesful tears of gratitude to heaven now rest
sdl az h ~ gln~ine nheaiss OBJ