The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-04-16

NEW ORLEANS, SUNDAY \
in life were too different to admit of their
union. After he sold out and came to Ameri-
ca, she came out here ALSO"
aDid they get married :" asked Mr. Droll.
ooh! no. He lives way down south some
where, and she lived here. 1t is only short
time since was speaking to Mrs. Collins
about her she and Sarah were always good
friends. Sarah died very suddenly, while
spending some time in Troy. don't think she
ever saw the Squire after she came out here.
If she did no one ever knew it."
Every sad, such breaking up of families"
said Mrs. Bodice, who had sat quietly listen
ing to this conversation.
"It's awful" replied Catherine, "but friends
are friends in life and death, and Mrs. Collins
told me that she knew Sarah was dead before
she heard of it through the papers, because
she saw the banshee."
asked Philip, who now Joined the circle
mot believe in the banshee p exclaimed
Catherine, "there's nothing truer than the
see, cousin John was much in love with my
sister Mary, lovely girl, the darlin' of the
family. 1t was no wonder that John loved
to
bids such marriages. and me mother wouldn't
ha' listened to it at all. Mary loved John, and
in truth he was as fine a young man as ever
struck blow for the Guild country or emigrated
wrong. One morning John he comes mp to
Mary, as she was standing. at the front door,
You come alongP John, can't, because
mother would never forgive it, Sure, Mary
your 70 n mother 70 viii say God bless yon.' Now
John, dear says she, an heaven rest the dar-
lin, john says she, you know the Father
would not marry hs don. man ths w sanre
stan jar, out wid horror, didn't think, John,
you'd speak 50 disrespectfal Of our Holy
would say anything against the Church not
I, my darlin, but sure if We played little trick
on them, and got the Squire to do the job
Wards No. 0o ohn she s says s:ss a esn
do anything behind backs, like, an you better
try an find some one more deserving of your
love, john and SO, after a long talk, they sep
Grated, both Of them feeling very sad indeed.
John he came to America, and from that very
day Mary kept failing in health, just pining
away like. Now, one morning, it was Sun
than usual, mind, he were here in New York,
and we were in the Guild country. In his room
there wus pair o. stairs, which led up into
| the room over head. He looked up, as he lay
sister Mary, comm down the stairs. He was
surprised and sat up in bed, and she, looking
him right in the face, kept on down stairs,
came round the foot OF tho bed up to the side
Her face was very pale, but natural, and her
big brown eyes seemed filled with compassion
and love for him. That way she stood for more'n
| q mint, and then-she was gone, how OF where
he could not tell. At that very moment, in these
| arms of mine, me sister Mary, Our Holy Mother
pray for her, took her departure for q better
| and happier world"
! This story, told in q low, full tone of voice,
and with an earnestness that left no chance to
doubt the speakers sincerity, told, too, in the
presence of death itself, made quite an impress
! sion on all present.
"The old country is full of legends of inter
est" said Mr.. Droll, after brief silence, "and in
my own country it is the same. There's not a
| crag, or peak, or rocky pass but has its wild
story of former days. In our town there lived
and, for aught know, lives there yet, sturdy
old fellow, by tho name of Hugh McFall. He
was a brawny, roaring boy, good worker a
his trade of blacksmith, and when at his forg,
could make the sparks fly with the next mar
W no came along, no matter who he was. Hugh
was good man to his family, wife, gentle
blooming children, and for all the countr
round there was not man more esteemed
mechanic, nor more welcome as q friend, thar
jolly Hugh McFall. But Hugh loved his pc
aud his glass, and, after few weeks eff stead
toll, on an extra good job, he was sure to win
up at the public house of the town, and Their
! spend his money, and an hour or two, OF may
hap whole night of drinking and carousin
, with lot of boon companions. He was a
f inveterate card player, and would play day c
? night, Sunday OF Monday, and never kne
i @hen 10 stop. 4hls cose him nearly n
. his earnings, and al times his poor famil
= would be distressed for food. One=Sund
Q night he was coming home from drinking an
8 card playing, and had to pass through q p
tato field for near cut. When he can
9 to the stile where he had to cross the fenc
a strange man, very we'll dressed, was standir
g there, apparently waiting for him. Goo
8 evening, Mr. McFall,' said the stranger. Coz
= evening, sir says Hugh, but you have the a
o vantage of me- oh, that's nothing repli.
IT the stranger, L have that of lrees = Ps
il pie. know you wen Sss1 wiab 8 Sna ~1S
to1otEhtI saws Hugh. ooh, come man, it's
e bright moonlight night, and we may as we
N have q little fun replied the stranger. N
70 pm going home, insisted Hugh. fou T., bet =,
!, try me while says the stranger, I'd lii
h the fun just now But I've beens playing
Is replied Hugh, 'and I'm going home' i ha'