The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-02-05

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: ter was in fnriapm 70 the dinning-roo
Bertrand ASx himself, and Sonin
somewhaae "a 4 his late ebuIIitio,
that Gra sBW d. him. An entire
There another TT Xered, and of which
which he had espe. Scooked, and there
<Ae was very fond, was bathing but the fai
almost uneatable. Nie table proven tel
N se9@iling at him acrsk rath. As it was
{ and ner violent outbuxe12. i -
Z thoxomained silent afal1 oomy voWing.roona
81 When they adjournS % the 04EsaM her
Grace tried to cheeril SeiyM SktAt4and
little efforts were useI she W box
stole one soft white q toun' Snf7
ing into his face viii smilss "
winning, it was wondd that he Y
his heart against it.
my darling she sal gently "you.
we'll to-day, am Sure bpr face looks 90
changed"
He made no reply.
"What is it :" she cop bued "has anything
happened to annoy yeu,
For heavens sake, Grb Be-" he cried hastily,
| do notsworry me to deaf Women are mover
satisfied. cannot sit With shipper gu my
face all day long,
The white arm droopedkand the face fell
80 Bertrand" she said, kdo not be cross with
me; indeed thought yoa were not WELL"
! Gross I am not croaSu he replied still
| moro angrily; that is always the way (; if l
speak one word, I am crosa Don't be go absurd
Grace ~
But the angry words, the first poor Grace
her heart, a wound that was never to cease
paining her while life lasted. Her lips quiv-
cred, tho wondering lovingeSes grew, dim With
tears, something liz clicked her ra;sIs
a sss ss'sa ( spss sSias course you
most; whining, cry eSS wifssA, s-Essn !deiatsi
ton, If you cannot make yourself ssasae,'
Then her mothers waning cam' back to
SysfeGm , his ss9gsEg she thought herself
She bravsly drove back the bittersobs that
rose to her lips, and went from hin Ito the
piano She one Of his sengs
of himself by HIS wife's patience. Hne the
temper that was SO strong in him wssnot to
"Doaes siag .o.aiga ct Grace he aid; 81
She left the piano instantly.
81 win read to you, Bertrand" shereplied,
"No, thank you," no answered urtss"that
would send me to Sleep" n
His irritable temper was now fully acpsed !;
the more his wife tried to soothe hls the
more angry he became. Seeing that Gafe re-
NAMED perfectly silent, he cried out:
Have you nothing to say, Grace can
not find amusement at home, must goat for
it." IL
"What can do I" she answered in dspair.
Everything begin is wrong" "A
THAT Will do" ne interrupted; anu Iss.nS
angrily from his chair, he left the room, lying
the door q tremendous bang.
Poor Grace sat like one stunned.
"What can have done !" she said to hEself
over and over again. In her loving humility
she was ready to take all the blame of hi zrri-
liability to herself. 81 must be more caeful
not to annoy him." she thought. q
Poor child, she little knew or realizedthen
that the state of anger in which she had Just
seen him was the state in which he liveeas a
rule.
An hour passed by, and he did not reurn:
Poor Grace never forgottha hour She esed
as though her heart would break. She mad
thrown herself upon the sofa h when e.,
Glands. The hot tears fell from between seI
fingers on to her rich dress
fhe footman going in some time Afterwards
saw her there When ne reporsed; IN t tif s1r
could hardly see," there was great indigna
ton amongst the old servants.
HE'LL break 1ber heart" said the butler
off he goes on In his wild way with her. she'
II the loving parents far away in Cornwall
couId have seen their darling in this her firs
grief, they would have known that their wors
fears were realized.
fit of anger had passed, Bertrand came to hi
senses. and then he was furious with himself
"My poor gentle darling he said, what
J, brute have been to her p He begged her
ktrv to control the bad temper that led hiI
Z sometimes to the verge of madness:
4 "I knew when we were married, darung
Grace whispered to him when they were recol
ciled, chat you were not very patient. sal
khen would help you try to be good; apd {
II will. l shall not weary of my efforts"
l Far into the night that sweet gentle woma
talked to Bertrand as he had never been tall
ed to before. She tried in her persuasive wa
"a show him how great tho sin of anger ]
NY wretched the home must be where tt
VI Sdi6yfeT.qS master yields to such violenc
D. H. il - aSaGo Bertrand's mother had {
l. he would have been ditfe
j. VEL u Is This story would never hay
40 n, ana III But she had been too indulgen
Ernlngs:. abit of yielding to violent pa
IN the dig slightest proyocation, or eyt
l. IN q neigbN
e. Ute has cleA
ie dreu wo