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

| uBu Oteu more Deer drunk ia LILO &SH81 IN 1bbo
last month than in the sig preceding Snes !;
neither did the cold meat turn ont TO half the
account. He knew this by his pockst, not by
his knowledge 0tthe cookery. Tom, hswes T.s
put tho following Sunday over him." and it
| was now Thursday. But the next mornings
poet hpsried matters. It,brought him a-letter
fronz presiding his stay beyond the following
day, when it was finally settled by Tom that
he wcnld start for home. SIT ran thus" as Is
| novel or story:
DEAR ToM,-Ths comes to You hoppin' to
find you in good health, which I am sorry to
say 1t does not leave me at present; thank
entirely aftbcr yon left me; and the more,
dear Tom, rs had not my ould neighbor Ned
Cavana to spake to, as used to be the case
afore that young ehisil Of daughter Of his
still, seemingly as proud as ever; but she'll be
taken down q peg wan Of these days, mark my
words. have wan piece Of good news for
non never darkened their doore since You
went and more be token; she never spoke o
word to him on Sundays after mass but went
This 1 seen myself; for although have been
very danny since you left me, med bowld
wild myself not to lose prayers any Spnda' vet
shry for no other but to watch her,
| be afeared of him. think, indeed, I seen him
going down the road the three Suoda's wild.
Kate Mulyey; SO think Winny tould the
have not been well at all for the Last three
weeks, AMI hardly know how matthers are
goin' on apon the farm. 1 see old Ned Almost
I sometimes go out when it's find; see him
wandherin' about his farm as brisk an as hard
as ever. think nothin' would give that man
brash. Dear Tom, did not like writin to you
to say was lonesum unwell until you had
taken turn ont of yourself at your aunt's
but am not gettiR betther, an Think the
sight iv you would do me good. Tell your
dear Tom, Pm too long alone; an havin' no
wan to spake to makes me fret, though
wouldn't interfere wild you while afther You
tuck him to be, he wouldn't let the few words
that cum betune US keep him away from me
all this time, au' not well but he never put to
me. nor from me, since you left, nor to him.
Dear Tom, cum back to me as soon you can,
an maybe we'll get the bother of him an
Winny, afther all. Hopin' your aunt, an the
childer, on Bill himself. j. all in good health.
remain your father until death,
MICHAEL MURDOCH
Tom, as have limited, was not without his
good points, and, as he read over the above
letter from his poor lonely father, his heart
smote HIM for having been SO long away, and
great fun or pleasure. His conscence, more
over, accused him of one glaring act of incrati.
tude and vlllany, he might call it, toward the
poor old man. There was something teuder |
and self sacriiicing in tho letter yet it was not
without complaining tone all through, that |
brought all Toms better feelings uppermost
in his heart; and he resolved to start for home
early the next morning. He now felt that he |
had business at home, which at one time he |
had never contemplated taking the smallest |
trouble about, beside keeping his poor old ia
ther better company than he had hilbert to done.
Yet, with all this softening of his disposition,
be was never moro deterni ned to carry out
his object with respect to Winny Cavana, by
fair means-or by foul!
What his father had an i'll ahont vo,,r a.,
non gave him hopes that in the end, scheme
which he had planned for the latter might not
be necessary.
Tom knew there could be no use in writing
to his father to say he would so soon be home
Win him. Ihe nearest post-town was seven
miles from Ratheashmore; and although any !
post.ofhce, and bring ont all letters for the
neigh bors of both the Rathcashes, yet were no &
to write now, his letter was sure to lie there
for some days, and he would tedly be
homo before its receipt Thus he argued, and {
therefore endeavored to content himself with l
the resolution he had formed to make no de- t
Jay ara Whatever his traps" may have been, =
they were got together and locked in his box i
ut once. a
He had engaged to meet particular friend t
Inc following evening, Friday, pa:tly ON bust $
ness, previous to returning to his own part of h
ne country. But he would now anticipate d
his visit by going there at once SO as to ena- Ii
ne him to leave for home early next morning.
lie hoped to fnd his father better than his 7
etter might lead him to suppose; and he had a
10 doubt his presence and society, which he b
Tas determined should be more constant and
than heretofore, would serve to a
heer him. 1;
Nothing, then. which his aunt could saw, a
nd certainly nothing which her husband had o
dded to what she did say, had auy effect to. al
ards altering Toms resolution to start for O.
ONE on the following morning. By this
leans he hoped to reach his father ON the T.
vening of the second day,-railways had not h
cen then established in any part of Ireland q
OF even tho Dublin and Kingstown line,-and X
9 would save the poor old man from the lone Ii
be il wet or dry" I,
He carried out his determination without Fl
heck or hindrance, and arrived at tho end of Ia
10 lane leading mp to Rathcashmore house 81
ION after dusk in the evening of Saturday. Hc {"
avelled by car from C-k; and the horse m
eipg neither too epirited, too fresh, after II
s journey, stood quietly on the road, with m
% head down, and his off fore-leg in the first 81
'stioD," until the driver returned, havin left X
pm Nurdock's box above at the house. h,
Tho meeting between old Mick and his son
rs as tender and affeetionate on the old r
ans part as could we'll be, and as much SO on W
oms as could be expected. Old Mick had ST
me secret ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS per al
APPS, should have called it--that thew would O,
Wpk,