The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-07-06

able result.
i was impossible to hide the glazing fact Ct
to Jail upon the dreadful charge OF murder
from his father. 1t rang from one end OF the
parish to the other. But instead of rushing to
ing, /" Oh / wiristhrue, wiristhrue! what's this
for ~ poor old Mick was completely prostras-
ed by the news and there he lay in his oed'
unable to move hand or foot from the polg-
nancy of his grief and disgrace. =,
If Tom Murdoch has broken his poor old
fathers heart, and he never rises from Una
bed, it is only another item in his great ac-
count.
CHATTER XXXv.
The reader will recolect that the incidents
recorded in the two. last chapters took place
toward the latter end of June. We Will,
| on, to let him know how far Winnys map was
perfected.
For herself, then, first. She had determined
to become n member Of q convent in the noith
of Ireland, giving up the world with all its
vanities-sbe knew nothing of it's pomps- and
devoting her time her talents, and whatever
and Hi cbartabie purposes. She had not delayed
long after the magistrate and the chie1 nao
left, and she had experienced refreshing
| sleep, in taking her father into her conhOence
| to the fullest extent of her intentions, not
only as regarded herself, but with respect to
those friends whom she had set down upon the
map to be provided for.
"Father," she said, continuing a converse
| ton, there is no use in your moving such
| thing to me. 1t is no matter ut what time you
project it for me; my mind is made up Desoi i
never marry. Do not, like dear good father
that you have ever been, move it to me any
more"
Indeed, Winny could not add a word
! more than have already sed an if that fails
to bring you round, shuIe I'm dumb, Wlnny
ashore. Gods will be done! I'm dumb" ,,,
| '.It is his will am seeking, father. What
matter if we are the last of the Cavanas as
you sayf Beside, my children would not be
Cavanas; recollect that father"
%! know that Winny jewel; but they'd Ge
| of TIL ould stock all the Same. Their grand
father would be Cavana, if no lived to see
them e q" +h.n,fn, for what Won have father
dear. There never was o large clan of name
but some one of them brought grief to it."
goodness. Look at me that never had but the
| wan, an wasn't she, an isn't she. threasure
to me all the days of my lief Look at that
Winny."
And there is your next-door neighbor, ia
Their, never had but the one, and instead of q
treasure, has he not been curse' Look you
at that father"
Old Ned was silent for some moments, aud
Winny did not wish to interrupt his thoughts.
She hoped he was coming quite round to her
way of thinking with respect to her never
: getting married and she was right.
Well, Winny," he said, after pause,
) shure you're doin' good turn for your sowl
hereafther at any rate an IN be led an ., sea
For myself, Winny, wheresomeyer you go I'll
CO. where III see You sometimes-ss often as
you can, Winny. Be my time long or short,
} know that you will never see mo worse, If not
bother nor what I always was. But it isn't
aisy to lave this place, Winny ashore, where
Pm livin' since was the hoith of your knee
| with your grandfather an your grandmother
} God rest their sowls There isn't pebble
in the long walk in the garden, nor PAWN
stone in the yard, that couldn't place upon
paper forenent you there tEis minnit, and tell
You the color of them everyone. There's
scarcely q blade of grass in the PASTURE fields
that couldn't remember where it grows in my
. big ditch but what I'd know it ont iv the bud
it cum FROM. There isn't thrush nor black
!, bird about the place but what I know them
, selves an their whistles as well as know
your own song from Biddy Murtagh's or
Jamesy Doyles. Not q robin-redbreast in the
garden, Winny, that doesn't know me, as we'll
| as know you an / could tell you the differ
ence between the very chafinches-I could,
Winny, I could"
al know all that father dear, and know
it will not be easy to break up all them happy
father dear, 1 could not stop here looking
! across at the house where that man lived.
: God help me, father, 1 do not know what to
do"
Poor old Ned saw that she was distressed,
and was sorry he had drawn such picture of
his former happiness at Rathcash. The recoi,
his tongue, but it was not with any intention
of using them as an argument to change Win
:" Winny," he said, al didn't name to fret
, you shure know what you say is all thrue.
could not stop here myself no more nor what
you could, Winny, afther what has happened.
Dear me, Winny, jewel, how so, soon You Sc seen
you didn't give in to me! But now, Winny
ashore, let us quit talking of him, and listen .a
, My landlord who you know is q member for the
. county, tould me any time had mind to sell
J hundred pounds more for it than any one else.
: IN write to him to morrow plaise God, about
it. You know Jerry Cartyf Well, he is af
Their offerin' me seven hundred pounds into my
I fist for my goodwill Of the place AS good
, upon it when my landlord spoke to me about
: sellin' it. :! can tell him now that have a
!. mind to sell it, an won't hide the rason aid
her. can let him know what Carly is willn
to give me for it. an he's sure to give me eight
: hundred pounds. You know, Winny, that
Il your six hundred pounds is in the bank BARN
y INTEREST for you, an what You don't dhraw is
3 added to it every half year. But that's maid
her here nor there, Winny, for it will be all
D your own the very moment this place is sould
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