The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-12-28
IFrom tho Philadelphia Catholic Record]
ALONE IN THE WORL
OR,
THE CROSS BEFORE THE CROWN.
CHAPTER XIV.
Tho Letter.
(Continued.)

Fall of false hope and in good spirits, Mary,
in pursuance of Mra Moran's instructions, went
alone on the following day to st. Joseph's Asy.
IN tSs 10 last ew bours oniy to make the
crushing trial which awaited her proportion
Ately heavy.
II was q bright summer morning, the sky
was without D cloud, the birds singing gaily,
all nature was in q holiday garb, one of those
mornings when almost every sorrow save that
Of the loss of those we love can be shaken of
And now stands Mary beneath the portico- of
st. Joseph's; her heart beats SO tumoltuously
0he can scarcely breathe. oh none but those
who have thus suffered can tell what Mary felt
She had rung the bell, and with o short sharp
fork had let the handle fall; the sound rever-
berated through the house, but before its
echoes had died away she rang again.
the Fortress, as she opened the door and gazsd
In startled surprise at the pale white face OF
the impatient vtsttant.
"The mRtron wish to SEQ the matron at
once" burst for the girl, and then, as she hur.
ried past the Fortress, the voice of q we'll
known priest struck upon her ear, aad che REQ
ognized an early friend, Father Vincent, the
good priest, through whose fundamentally
Kathleen had been received into ST. Joseph's
and who, nnperceiyed by Mary, had come to
the door Of the asylum as she had &, entered; -
pretty face like an April day, with its sunny,
and ut the same time its weeping skies, wear
then she spoke ON rapidly, as together they
entered the spacious hall of st. Joseph's, " l
have but just como back from Canada, that is,
Aunt Moran and you know have counted
every hour since left the Bush, 80 anxious TO
get back again. and be q comfort to dear Aunt
kathleen; what sad thing that the vessel
was wrecked in which sent that money for
her but hero am at last. Take me to tho
mAtron 1T once, dear Father Vincent, or, rather
take me straight TO my beloved aunt Of course
YOU know where she is !"
Thick and fast tho poor girl had poured forth
her words, then she suddenly stopped, and
looking mp, she encountered the plying, cor.
rowful gaze of her early friend
ooh no, no do not say that am too late"
"Mary, my poor child, follow me-" said the
priest he had all tho influence with the Rf-
fectionate, impulsiye girl, comMonly possessed
by those who have known rs from childhood /;
we'll was it for Mary that he had providential.
ly called ut the institution on that particular
mOrnlng.
Opening the door of one of the apartments,
he led the upresisting girl to q seat.
Mary, call religion to your aid" he said
those We love are bat summoned . little
While before us to their eternal home"
She 10 gone, then forever gouei and IL
Who loved her 90 desrly-I, of all others who
Shorld have been with her, absent ct the last
% cruel, cruel fateW and ciasping her hands
together, Mary gave way to q hysterc burst Of
tears.
For awhile Father Vincent allowed her grief
% have lite vent unchecked HE grave sorrow
fL look, when she fret addressed herself to