The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-11-12

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4gs- CHAPTER XIII.
The Latrobe Household.
ElIen entered with light heart upon her
duties - assistant in ono Of tho intermediate
schools OF tho district; for Nhe could now, in
Some meaS repay her many great Obligations
to the widow, who had given her both home and
annt, whose foresight bad provided her with
this means Of supporting herself, when thrown
out fFfeBdlcss upon tho world.
The school duties were light, and her life
might have been q happy. one had not two
thoughts silently, yet surely: oppressed her.
One was . secret thought, all Der own, IN re-
gard to james Davis the other, that Mrs.
Brown was daily becoming poorer and poorer:
True, the widow owned her little cottage and
her faithful Polly but. neither Of the two
why tho dear old lady's face often wore q look
frangbt as much with care Is sadness
Dr.. Dalton frequently called to see her !; aud
she waa glad to lind that the poets thoughts
had assumed of late a brighter aspect, and
turned towards the future with steadier hope
and frmer purpose
the change; but her woman-heart guessed at
tho newborn joy whose light, reflected in the
poetic face, was already shining round his
way.
He was going to bemarried, and she no longer
wondered why his oyc Ind grown more bright,
his yoics more Joyous. yne exile had reached
his purest dreams-the hofy.hearted patriot
had found o balm for his bruised Npirit. The
angel Of love had usurpcd the place of the
Eloomly spectre which so often haunted hip
with tortnring memories Of his tsllep. !etsered
He wiz be harry ns sss.sn sAs sSs Ellen
hsart or upii1t the dropping spirit" ~
He told her he had chosen a daughter of
their loved Isle, and meet indeed, it seemed to
W IN
beside him, should be one whose every thought
would harmonic with his own. At the mp
ceremony-which~ gathers up the scattered
threads of two hupan lives and binds them
closely, irrevocably into one shining wool.
She saw but little of the bride--only that
she was very yOuBg and very beautiful, with
"a wealth of raven hair" One to whom the
words of the gifted poet seemed to have ap-
piled with almost prophetic knowledge, al
though Ellen had read them years before
The mirhtfui fancy and artful gesture
Ms5 s.E sss folded i'm SIMPLEST vssaFs
s1s s wss s; ss estS In olss Sa ssss
The pate soul shining ike God, through airy
They left the city together, for the Doctor
Latin ID one of the finest institutions id the
South, and it was not for year or two that
Ellen saw her friend again, or held his hand in
hers.
- One evening, after an unusually long silence
On the part of dear old widow Brown, she
said ;,, 49, ,,,.-,.
crease our little stock of money What my
poor George left me is but little, and ought to
be kept for rainy day. Do you not think /
could do plain sewing 7"
"Perhaps tho rainy day may never come
besides, / am here to, help you, and while have
health, Mrs. Brown, you shall not do any ones
sewing but your own: 1 am now looking for
music scholars, and ic / can find three or four,
this new assistance, with my present salary,
will keep want from our door,"
The widow did not know, nor could she
guess from Ellens cheerful manner, how often
she had failed, already in her efforts to increase
her income, and how very difficult it seemed to
Gnd any scholars.
"Aunt Polly might do days work now and
then; bnt have not the heart to nsk the poor,
old soul to go among strangers. No, would
rather work myself than impose upon my
faithful Polly"
Dismiss all these ideas from your mind,
dear Mrs. Brown, and let mo work for you.
What else have to do'"
She took the widows hand in hers and car
ressed it softly, the very gentlcness of her
touch, however, seemed to awaken gricf-filled
memories In the mothers breast.
at IL not poverty alone that frigi.tens me,
Ellen. 1t is the dreariness of life, tie bleak
ness of the way before me. l am very desc
hate now that my boy has gone r., -
Ellen had no words to comfort grief SO natu-
raj and sincere MS this /; only she lohged, al
most with jealous feeling, to BIO able TO take
the dead sons place, and with her own devo-
ted love fill up the void inlthis dear, aching
heart. And again did shevdetermine, as she
had often done before, to strive aafalteringly
until she had won the love of this stricken
soul and qladdened with peace and promise
this lonely, darkened Lie. II
WE'LL dear, have another plan in reserve;
but as you are tyranncal, perhaps you will
disapprove of this one too.
al certainly SHALT" replied Ellen, with a
merry smile, sit the new plan involves trou BILE
and labor for these kind hands" She still
held them in her own, Garressing them as she
spoke. g. =. - b ..
T'tI thought if you We're willing TO share my
room, wo might rent yours to some nice,
single gentleman as lodger. Then you would
you NouIdg BE- so'mu6h more With me, qearn
There was o little sigh of WEAKNESS accom-.