The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-12-31

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blushipR face long after Willie's stop had
ceased to resound upon her ear. go.
Absorbed in thought, and trembling with
heart had felt that kiss and had gone Wild with
conscious Of no presence until she felt q soft soft
handsleid upon her own, and starting, sho
Tho crippled girl held in her hand Q bunch
of delicate orange blossoms, and rs Leonora
her, .Ge hssrd % to max.
her feel that she need no longer Tear Leonofa
The white blossoms were a symbol of peace
"Thank you, Ida. They are most beautiful.
Let mo place them in Your dark hair where
they viii look still whittier by contrast"
Of this evening; for they are IS sweet as your
young love- and as beautiful as your promised
AZ thew passsd into the house, Clarence, sit
ting idly on the terrace-steps, wondered ut the
pseoefh1 expression of his sisters face, and at
tributing it to Leonora's ever gentle influence.
thanked her in his heart for all her care.
When they paused for q moment on the ter
race, to praise the moonlight aud note the ex-
quisite perfume of orange and jasmin flowers,
he took !dss hand In his, and drew her to q
seat beside him.
allow can you 60 in, Miss Latrobe. and leave
all this glorious beauty It even beguiled me
from my law book: and my che: sl o. -,
soms-a and ,the moonlight has free access
through my windows; So, goed-nightv
avail and for . few moments he sat silent and
disappointed. Ida remained beside him as
silent - himself; but he felt that her black
eyes were fixed upon him, and, % ne turned to
heard her murmur timidly and pleadingly
" Clarence! Clarence! do You love mep
He bad never heard her speak SO tenderly,
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: Eyes, my child, my poor Ida! Most sincerely
do love you. You are as dear to me as though
s1ssh She made as no answer He passed hi. hand
oaresaingly over her shining black hair.
"Yos are very happy with your governess,
YES i am as happy as can be.n
"You must love her very much, Ida. She is
so good and kind. I trust she will make You
every day more like herself. Then not only !,
but all who know You. will love and honor
ado you love her, Clarencei
"Thet is.o strange question, my darling.
do esteem her very much. and feel an interest
&, in beg because SO young and lovely"
Would you like her to be your wife
She spoke low, but each word was very dis
AZ have never thought of snch o thing. my
child" He laid his arm around her, for he be.
gan to perceive symptoms OF agitation, and
she leaned against him, and thought that she
was weeping. He little know that she was
recalling the scene that she had witnessed that
evening beneath the orange bowers and a that
her heart with the widest fancies.
"On, Clarence! will You one day ask me to
DO your wifef"
His arm fell from around her, while shook
ed expression spread itself over his troubled
face. But quick al thought-afrsid of wound
ing her, and determined to treat the question
MS o childish whim-he answered pleasantly:
"Why, you are quito Egyptian In your no.
tions tonight, Ida. In our day, brothers and
sisters do not marry"
expression of aversion, and had road in his
speaking countenance the hopelessness OF her
love.
across the terrace, and disappeared within the
Poor girl, poor girl!" he said: "I wonder
harder problem than any found in chess books"
Then, as If throwing from him all anxious
thought upon the subject, he added; ri go
in now and study Findings OF Games perhaps
can queen pawn against peculiar difficult
ties.n
CHAPTER XXI.
If zee knee!
James Davis recovered health and strength
very slowly, for accompanying his bruises and
dislocated limb, an intermittent fever set in,
which held him in his bed for several weary
weeks. ONeil was indefatigable in his care,
and his cheerful disposition only surpassed his
assiduous attentions towards the invalid"
"Do you think 1 shall ever get we'll I" asked
Mr.. Davis, one pleasant evening, of ONeil,
who had come home early to keep him com.
pany.
"Of course you will. find You improved
from day to day
at am SO we,k!" He stretched out his hand,
then dropped it heavily on the bed with a
weary sigh.
.'All nonsense |" replied O'Neil. 81 know
you enjoy being laid up here in my snug bed,
spoiled by Aunt Polly, petted by Mrs: Brown
and nursed by Miss Ellen-you rogueW
"They are very kind-too kind. Mrs. Brown
ought to have sent me to the hospital, but she
forbade me ever to speak to her on that sub
iect, 30, after my first remonstrance, have
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