The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-11-26

ana t0-moErOw morning como 20 me, 80, =
guilty, Wretched fealing, but instead q ;snee1
Ing her mothers room, sho pasNe0 insv vpe ~
her father occupied. n IA sls Sa...s
one Of his sof OF thin Saods 10 herr. 1Ainki1i
him asleep, Emma bent over her siatere shout
4 der and whispered 20 her, low and timidly;
"Pissss break Eli T. e , n.Ins. sSs :sid' tina
I ~ will moi, Leonora's voice was full Q
bitter scorn. III you are strong enough Il
osst her Of, yed g; surely cannot lsck the cour
al But hush r. she' whispered ia : suppressed
most wicked blow r.
ing eyes, that seemed to ask the bitter expla-
nation, yet guessed at AL its truth; Two.
large tears rolled down the Pallid cheeks-
pressive eyes were fixed on her with q world
Of piteous sadness In their questioning look.
Then camo the awful gAsping, the rattling in
the throat 7; and Leonora, stung to madness s.s
to the couch.
Gasp after gasp-and yet no word-Agony
expressed in every feature and yet no utter
eco now ~ said Leonora, as Emma shrank
from the sight before her. "Go and when
you are proud and happy, think of thisw
CHAPTER XVI
Gone! u
Left-sone with her father, Leonora tried
every art that love and ingenuity could suggest
rubbed his hands, famed his qnivering lips
and half held, half supported him in her arms.
But nothing seemed to bring relief and she
knew not on whom to call for help The
would soon be near, was he to have no rest nor
sleep before beginning to-morrow's journey I
Who could help himi It were useless to call
upon her mother who would but distress instead
Of him Tho OfE nma his hear 4.
less daughter. would but add to his sorrow; SO
in spite of her reluctance, she knew she must
call her grandfather.
Whispering to the poor, patient sufferer that
she would soon return, she hurried down the
stairs, to the library. The light was still
burning brightly; but no one wns in the
room.
"Where can he have gone 7 she asked her
self, fastening to the street-door to see if it
were still unlocked. 1t stood ajar, asd she
looked out upon the darkened street with all
'Ohl for come one to assist my poor, dear
father r. As if in answer to her wish, she heard
firm, quick step approaching rapidly; while
voice she remembered we'll, thrilled her by its
fond, appealing tone:
It was william Dudley's voice that spoke,
his step that hurried up tho marble porch his
affrighted, from the door.
It was the first time she had ever heard him
call her by that name, tho FIRST time she had
ever caught that tender cadence in his voice,
which made it come, straight % o message
from his heart to hers.
, He did not give her time to speak.
!" Is il true that you leave New orlsans to-
&c Yes, tomorrow. o, sad tomorrow ~ Poor
child sne was thinking of her fathers NOR
row, not her own.
/" And do you intend never to return Z" Will
lies questions were quick and nervous, and his
strong hand trembled as it held her own.
Never, never to return"
She was thinking still of him, whoae feet sho
from whence no traveller returns.
30, Leon0ral Leonorai Do you not know,
have you not long known how dear you arc to
you were on the point ofleaving for the North,
and though this is not the time nor place for me
to speak, nor you to answer, yet, do not turn
away without ono look, one smile to bid me
He gazed upon her with eager, loving eyes,
he held her trembling hand in his rs though
he would not let it go without the ransom he
had asked; while she, stunned, Supplied by
tionless and silent rs one within dream.
He does not know me AS I amp she
thought " He looks upon me only tho
grandchild of his wealthy, honored, banker
friend-not tho poor, toiling sewing girl,
the forlorn and friendless outcast-the humble
daughter of a common actress"
She would not dwell upon the joy of being
loved she conld not see the brightness his
sweet assurance flung around her way; nay,
more, she would not drag him down to her
poor lowliness even were itSto buy for hes
1t was the first bright dream of love that
had ever dawned upon her, but she must
not yield to it's bewitching influence it was
the first fair flower of happiness that had
sprung along her lonely way, but she must
pass it by and only let it claim her gratitude
and tears.
What is my answer, darling7'
Before she could tell him of the thoughts |
that kent her silent. eho heard her father,s |
voice ringing loud and clear through the quiet |
house.
o agony and fear! This was the first time |
for months that she had heard it's strong and |
loving tone! Starting forward with all her
fears confirmed by this unnatural cry, she bade !
Dudley follow her, for no one else was near to
give her help.
fastening mp the stairs, they passed into the
room together; but, before their footsteps
crossed the threshold, they knew that Death
had entered there before them. Throwing
herself upon her knees beside the lounge,
Leonora sobbed her fathers name clasping
his icy hands in -hers, she murmured over
hem her loving words Of sorrow.
Her fathers eyes were fixed upon her; but
words from hi A