The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-05-11


sps There had sesn;a siixhs frost the nigh
Gii sss hiss "a PEG
PIE wee ute sstisaed that the promise or
hne day on this occasion would not be 5xoken,
Ths chapel-beIis Of Rathcaah and HAz3v will
might be heard sounding their clear and
cheeeful call to their respective parishionefs
l that the hour OF worship had drawn near, and
the well-dressed, happy CONGREGATION might be
pathways through the fields, In their gsyest
costume, laughing and chatting with an IN
bounded confidence in the faithfalness of the
sky.
Tom Murdoch, the reader nows, had return
ed, bat he had not as vet seen Winny Cavapa.
One Sunday had interviewed but upon his ia
theirs advice he had RETAINED from going for
that wau Sandal to chapel" Neither, on the
same advice, had he gone near old Ned's house.
The old man-that is. old Murdoch had en-
deavosed to spread report that his son Tom
in He 90 too s e. own %sw uoo
matters, whether critical simple and had
his own way OF what he called managing
them. He was not very wrong in some of his
ideas, but bio sometimes endeavored to carry
them out too persistently, after anybody else
would have seen their inutility.
On this New Years day, too, he had limited
but Tom would not be controlled and quickly
STINT up"-that is the fashionable phrase now
a-days-the old man upon the subject. His
opinion. and he did not care to hide it, was,
a NOPE of by Winny Cavann, or any other
consisted piece of goods like her." His faith
er's pride came to his aid in this instance, and
Rathcash chapel was n crowded place of wor-
shid that day. Amongst the congregation,
matter of course, were Winuy Cavana and
Kate Malvey, both conspicuous by their beau
ty and solemnity. Tom Murdoch, too, was
there (; dou btless he was handsome, aud he was
solemn also, but his solemnity was of differ
ent description. 1t was that generated by dis
appointment with o dream OF villaiay in per-
spective.
Tom was not coward, even under the ner-
nous influence of rejected love. Physically, he
was not one in the matters of everyday life
aud morally, he wanted recttude to be one
when he ought. He therefore resolved to meet
Winny Cavana, she came ont of chapel as
much as possible as if nothing had happened.
aud to endeayor to improve the acquaintance
as opportunity might permit. He proposed to
himself to walk home with her, and deter
mined, if possible, that at least a friendly
intercourse should not be interrupted between !
them.
ton, notwithstanding our doubts, and had not !
gone to Rathcash chapel for the last four or |
five Sundays; he was even beginning to think |
that Father Farrell. after all. wos not quite so |
much below Father Roche preacher.
At length there was q rustling of dresses
and shutting of feet upon the floor, which
proclaimed that divine worship had ended
and the congregation began to pour out of
Caroline hats, and women in their best bon
nets and cloaks. Tom Nfurdock was out al
most one of the first, and sauntered about,
greeting some of the more distant neigh6ors
whom he bad not seen since his return. At
length Winny and Kate made their appearance.
Winny would have hurried on, but Kate "stop-
ped short" until Tom bad time to observe their
approach. He came forward with more COW
ardice in his heart than he had ever felt be-
fore, and Winny's reception of him was not
calculated to reassure him. Kate was next
him, aud held ont her hand promptly and
warmly. Winny could scarcely refuse to hold
tut hers; but there was neither promptness
lor warmth in her manner. An awkward
Hence ensued on both sides. until Kate, with
consideration on her friends, broke in with {
alf o score of inquiries, very kindly put, as
his health-the rery long time he was away
how the neighbors all missed him SO much r
that he had been doing-how he left his aunt |
how he liked Armagh. ETC., ending with q
ops that he had come home to remain.
Winny was glad che had so good spokes- ,
roman with her, and did not offer q sin gle
bservation in her aid. To say the truth, there
'as neither need nor opportunity; for Kate
,emed perfectly able, and not unwilling, to S
lonopolize the conversation. Tom eudeavored
, be sprightly and at his ease, but made somo
observations far from applicable to the subjects
pom which his loquacious companion bad ad
ressed him. He had hoped that when they !
ouses, that Kate Mulvey would have gone to-
ard her own home, and that he must then "
ave had word with Winny alone; but the
tanner in which she fastened her steps past =
10 turn, saying, Kate, you know we are en- !
aged to have IA walk our lone to-day. show
l MIN that no nmelioration of her feelings
adj taken place toward him and without G
lying more than We'll, this is my way" he
lrped and left them.
Bnliy-dhu was standing near the end of
'inny's house, looking from him sud as he
cegnized his mistress on the road, commenced
Tag his huge tail, rs if asking permission
accompany them Call him, WInny," said
ate; " he may be of use to us and, at all
'ents, he will be company" and she laid a
rong emphasis upon the last word. Winny
implied, and called the dog as loud as she
'uld. Poor Bully wanted but the wind of the
ord, and tore down the lane with his mouth
ide open, and his tail describing large circles
the air. He had we'll nigh Knocked down
pm Murdoch as he passed, but he did not
ind that; and bounding out upon the road
It such capers round Winny MS were seldom
en-, keeping up at the same time q sort
growing bark, until the enthus as.n of his
y at the permission had subsidized.
ITO BIO contnued)