The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-10-19
THE CARPENTERS HOLIDAY.
(Concsuded.1
cHAprxs III.

In cool snaoy spots knee-oeep In long
lew yards distant from tho towing-path Of the
Thames, just where the placid river winda in
and ont among the pretty islets that lie be.
his friend had sottied themselves to their din
ner. Fully disposed were they both to do
justice to the good cheer that Sam had pro
vided during Tome absence, and which they
had carried by turns in Mira. Davis's market
basket. From the moment of.leaying home
each had enjoyed himself in his own xashion.
On their way through the streets, Tom had
for the racket; in the train Sam had read his
paper and puffed away ut his pipe, while Tom
hnd leaned back in the carriage, and reyelled
In the unwcnted spectacle Of tho orchards and
them, and which carried him back to hia boy.
life in Hertfordshire. Then had come the row
from Kew, dnrspg which, a. eaah bead Of the
broken out into expressions Of delight. Not .
bird or butterfly on the wing, mot daisy or
dog.rose in the fields, not Aoecy cloud in the
willow iisisns the wassr mon an oaIre. nSs
ing its branches overhead, that had not sent
it own little thrill Of delight through poor
Toms sensitive heart. Nor was theres barge
that chuskled at him In its mothers arms, nm
der the aao6-awning of the coal.boats, nor q
boy that made ducks and brakes" from the
along the fields, that he oonld not have Rugged
in his big brawny aTIns, 60 exuberant were his
spirits, 90 joyous his heart. Sam, on the other
hand, had rowed just 90 he worked ct his
parently as unmovsd by the siShts and scenes
around him 81 though he had been vending
his way through cheapside, or the Barbican.
work, especially with the Thermometer ct
eigthty-two degrees In the shade; and perhaps
Sam would wisely have kept his breath for his
talkeEs in existence. But now there were
neither carts TO deefen, nor oars to mind, nor
nswspapeEe to read (seeing that SANS formed
the tAb1e-cloth). bus there waa Tom, who had
Sust lighting his pipe, with his back propped
against tres, ready for smoke and chat all
Gwen, cali shis ioliy,". said Tom, looking
Of the river, on which heavy bargea aud bright
pleasuTe-bo1ts were passing each other like
earnest men and sughing tFi1eTs on the great
tide of life. "6omething better than the
Sam smiled. So
"Dont you think sep
ayes, for once In q way"
times think / uhOuid like to estsle down for
good somewhere or other in the country.
shouldn't be surprised If II came 70 that in the
end. You see I lived in the middle OF green
fields till was ten years old 'ana though I've
been among bricks and mortoE for fourteen
years now, somehowI Get more and more tired
Of London every Day. You never lived in the
al never Jaw London till ave years ago," re-
tNEned Sam. 81 was born and served my time
in AyleSbnry. You've heard OF 1t, suppose
H. Is s gTsas place for ducks and milk and such
"oh yes, very often, and DENT you wish
yourself back there sometimes ~
Not bit of It. What's the uge Of wasting
time In wtshtBgf You may Just a. we'll try .
all . sieve With water; for all the good you'Il
do by it, He spoke impAtiently, alnncst an.
Rrily, and his hard, stern face seemed 60 Tom
to grow harder and sseInOr than ever.
He,n said Tom ,qaletly, after q abort pause,
81 there ian't much use in wishing, certainly,
unIess ito for something you ought to get or
there's q chance Of your getting,
then ~ my poor old father used to say, let
the Wish and the win 90 togatheE.'7
lyon don't understand me, Tom," replied
the other; that's not the kind Of wishing
mean. OF course like to eco young fellow !
like you look forward into life, just a. we look
On that river there, with q great wish to win
good things, and . strong viii TO shUn bad
ones." Sam spoke slowly, but 90 naturally !
hat Tom could hardly recognize the silent |
foreman of the Workshop. what MEANT
when said that wiBhinR was Of no nee was |
this, that when q man has had his share, or |
bis chance, or his day, OF whatever else you /
ike to cali it, and has wasted IL, or lost it, or /
had It snatched from him, then mean that
there's no earthly use In atanding and looking |
back, like LoHB wife, on Whist he used to be,
" what he used to have. There's no moro use
n WiBhing for what's gone. and can't como
pack, than in waiting for yestaTdAy'B sun to |
yet mp BY. Al ohsp can do then e. to work
n a. long a. he can work, and then Lie down |
nd die like man when that days over"