The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1872-02-18

. de 1Ouowed them 70 tho etr0ets noouloSe "
the many wondering eyes thst gazed upon nun.
He did not realize the situation, nor nov
strange 1t seemed to the lookers-on that
Federal ofRcer should assist at the fnneral OF
On either side of the hearse the pail bearers
took their places, while Jim followed CLOSE De-
hind q sincere and humble m ourner.
To the surprise Of all, Colon el Owen strobe
into the procession and Joined Jim ms he walked,
with bowed head, behind his young and cher
Kate saw it all, and, turning her sad face
towards the stern and silent soldier, gave him
look fun Of grateful tenderness.
"Ah!" he thought. she does not know that
buried heart and hepesw
o day of gfoom, of grief, of desolation
The sad rites were soon oysri and all tn, the
friends and m0urners stood before\the open
grave. The flowers were thrown in upon inc
coffin. The prayers of Mother Church foated
with the incense above the dead, leading the
All was ended, and Mr. Dudley carried his
faipting wife again towards the carriage.
Kate followed I; and, as she passed the silent
watcher at the tomb. she paused to say:
~ thank,you, Clifford, for this. God bless
you, and-farewell !"
his arms proudly across his breast and STROBE
| away.
At the schooner everything was hustle and
confusion. Friends were there to say " good
| bye" Federal soldiers stood about, watching
! the proceedings either with cool indifference
or suspicious keenness. The boat: crowded
with freight and people. offered but little that
was tempting to the grief stricken e1iles and
the close, warm air seemed to weigh heavily
| on the hearts of all.
Mr.. Dudley's trunks were being searched:
| as one Of the rude soldiers tossed out upon the
wharf hundred little, dainty articles of
toilet, in order to probe down to tho very bot
| tom of the trunk.
She would not speak, however, do what they
Which she recognized too Veil, ordered the
rough fellow to fireplace the contents and
close the trunk"
Thanks to his presence, everything belong
ing to the family was soon safe on board. Tho
| poor mother, propped in An arm-ch chair, was at
| least in o clean and shady place upon deck,
and Kate took her accustomed seat beside her.
"All aboard! all right - was the signal for
departure. A white handkerchief was run up
| ont, "Now, boys, let's whistle for Q breeze"
| Mr.. Dudley parted from Leouora and Ellen as
though they had been his own daughters.
loving care to poor Banehs God
| bless you, my sweet child, aud make you hap,
pier than the friends you lose tedayi'
This was Mrs. Dudley's farewell, as she
"And you, dear Leonora! How wish you
would come with us but, since you will have
it so, what message shall take from you to
my dear boy p
"Tell him am waiting, in prayers, in
tears and hope"
some one is waiting for him, toof Some one
of whom he may well feel proudw
Kind, generous-hearted Mrs. Dudley. She
had ever .. cheering, loving word for others,
even though her own sorrow was greater than
she could bear.
The young girls left the boat, the lines were
loosened, the sailors whistled merrily-and
the slowly passing sessel. Many thoughts Il s
crossed his mind as his eyes followed the
white pennon at the masthssd. Deep, earnest
nosy o did they cling to their 1'
| they were traitors. how grand and beautiful
they made their treason! They were going
plenty to poverty, hardship, dangers, perhaps
out into exile Alas! how much is told
in those few words: and, if his heart did not
sympathize with the Southern Cause, all his
better nature paid homage to the worth and
noble sacrifices of the Southern people.
He mounted his horse and rode along the
bank of the canal, out to it's very verge, its
last sentry-post; and many sad hearts on
board the schooner that day, recalled his lonely
figure, in the dim evening light, blended with
their last recollection of home and native land
just before the boat faded out of sight on
the lake. Clifford saw the nutter of q white
handkerchief cleaning through the darkness.
His heart beat quick-bis eyes grew dim.
Was it Kate wsving last farewell to him :
or che only bidding adieu to her girl
hoods home, her sisters grave, her cherished,
suuny, Southern Land!
Who can tell
CHAPTER xXX11
The Secret Of True Happiness.
Ellen returned to Mrs. Stanton's with Leo
nora and Ida but it was to be the last night
away from her cottage home and her adopted
mother. The weary, wicked months had
passed away OF last. and on the morrow Ellen
in company with ONei1 would take the dear
old lady back to her comfortable home and
sorrowing servant Not that Aunt Polly had
spent all the long six months in idle weeping
and useless grieving: every day had seen her
busy cleanih g the house." fixing it up," as
| not an inch of the floor that had not been
scrubbed repeatedly and polished SO that it
| shone like wax. The plastering alone had es-
capped her Ienoyating hand: but paint, and
lustre unequalled even in Aunt Pollys pre-
vious experience. Many stately mansions,
doubtless, were at the same time renewed and
| made more grand and beautiful but the work
within them found no such humble, patient,
affectionate laborer the old, faithful Polly.
ONeil had given her the fifteen dollars from
his own generous pocket; but he had led her
In believe that thew had been sent Inv Yankee