The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1871-11-19


DALTON WILLIAMS the Irish Exilo and Poet.
s. L. ELDER.
(Continued)
CHAPTER XIV.
"Well, Julian, have cone at your request
What have you to say to me 2"
He stood stern and motionless by the side o
ment, as though the invalid were gatherin,
strength to speak. Lconora bent fondly ove
him, caressing his dark locks with her hand
~ asked to see you to night, father, because
feel my hours are numbered and mus,
speak to you while have strength.--WiH you
not grant me your forgiveness before die I"
You have it. Julian There came q faint
touch of feeling in the old mans tone. "You
have suffered much aud long, and forgive you
- Jan! even rs he forgave the harmless insect
vhich he dropped from his tortnrng hand af
ter life had gone.
", y" Ny helpless family. Will you provide for
them when I-have left them"
His voice was weak and humble, and Leo
1ora's heart ached that he should thus sue for
RS fathers favor.
- will provide for your children; but will
bhre nothing to do with her."
.Aia hate was SO intense, he could not even
speak her name.
q Father! You do not mean what you have
s2iAf You cannot he so cruel!"
question was one, long vail of anguish.
do mean it, have always meant it-slte
darkens my doors no longer when-"
Ou! IL was we'll no ueSitateu here; for Leo
nora's face as it turned upon him, smote even
his stony heart with its look of indignant sor-
CT hate her ~ he continued, his face pale
wHh AngeE Hear her now! Can You expect
tH2t1 SHOULD harbor such thing as that ~
e4e. ,lppg the door wide open as he spoke
While, distinctly and piteousy came the words
Of Juliet TO the listeners in the room
II +" Ay dismal scene 1 needs must act alone!"
,Yhe poor invalid shuddered convulsively
LSohofa's heart stood still with anxious fear
batJhe bid man clenched his teeth and almost
hissed- the words. "fes, SO you shall, my lady,
Her father sat with his eyes closed, his lips
pSie' antr niotionless; but Leonora knew his
h9drt bad been bruised beyond her loving arts
esHaSe; yoa anything more to say ~ There
e1ahes no answer to his question, and the old
man turued upon his heel and left the room,
not pausing now before the hated door; al |
taoaEh he heard words that struck upon his
heart; and cntit deep az with knife.
1s Sna as sS Ssns child
Tney followed him down the steps, along the
h9fh Mto Ais handsome library and though
hSctoSeq The door and atched it, he could not |
saH a4t.. Chose. singing, memory waking t
He raised fl,e gas-!isht higher until its |
g1eMI;tfpR. tle velvet carpet, and the gilded |
wHtss Htt Stln ho heard them ringing in his
earf and .fe-ecLuipg in his heart.
rB9tSpe, poor one !" All! the grim tyrant
OF" ghe. past brings bnck The hoyish days of him
whSm ;he lad stricken to the soul! He sees
the &ipning face upliited To his own: he
he9Is. the hyeet, childish voice that greeted
him at morn ana night; he feels the pressure
ofstke .sagsS loving arms that came to give
HIN YsTconie home.
lint one, poor, loving child" He lived
again those dreadful hours of suspense when
he a Thought death would rob him of this onIv
onfsin the bright days of boyhood. lie re-
membered- all his doIing pride when he had
seen him covered with collegiate honors vet !
placing all his laurels ut his feet. Then he
saw HIM grown to manhood, fearless noble,
true; but here another vision rose to view | /
aarkening these ioy-traught pictures of tho y
past and steeling his heart against the tender i
they recalled. h
Curses OH her for robbing me of nay-son, ., l.
ie uttered. with her painted face and maud =
in voice, she fooled his wits away dragged a
lis proud name to be u jest upon the boards of
common theatre, and now that he is diving .
eads Romeo to her daughter and acts the f
arp of Juliet again. Capulet and Montague! I,
ven such shall be my hatew
LeoDora waited in silence by her fathers
hair. until she heard the library door close, II
lep wheeling it up towards the lounge, assis- A
d him to bed, making him comfortable, and
Hrmering cheerful words u
Do not grieve for us, dear father. We will
TRys take care of poor mammal will work m
Y her aud there is One, you know, who will SO
roy Idle for all" There came no answer to ii
iese suggestions, and Leonora hoped that
eeps the balm of every sorrow, had also h,
ou,sta IT'S healipg on his head. But she would
ot ieaye him., Wrapping shawl around her, IL
al piLOwiDg her head upon chair, she ,sI
atched, half doing, by his side all night. M
he morning came at last and she saw with a 10,
It'll OF hoSr9r as sue bent over him, that his
ee were wide open. Do
Awake asd not speak to mew she whis- IaI
redI AfrSid1,ot that fxed strange look ab
Papa! dssao pnpai- 1t ia morning. Shall tn,
Up you 10 niss u She saw CLEAN of recogni- &c
'nAndho ses stahSsB eyes but no Answering cor
,rlsfelfin pu@her ear. The fell disease had :.
1bed blinl4tgeaa45f the power OF utterance; she
.a !