The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-06-29
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| farrel at Emon's bedside; he scarcely eve
oeive her as to his h real state. She knew too
tbat. he would not refuse her q. sincere Chris
tian advice and counsel upon the sudden re
\ solve which had taken possession of her heart
Father Farrell saw her coming, from Emon'
| window, and went to meet her at the door
They stood in the kitchen alone The poo
father and mother ha2 been kept out of Emon'
room by the priest and were bewailing thcil
fate in their own room.
81 am glad you are come, Winny dear" sait
he. /" The poor fellow has not ceased to speal
of you and pray for you from the first, wheI
all"
How is he, oh, how is he, Father Farrell p
Stronger, just now, but dying, Winny Ca
vana Let nothing tempt you to deceive your
last hour or that was just going to senC
my gig for you. He said it would soothe his
death bed, which he knows he is on, Wipuy
| to see You and have your blessing"
Farrell" she added solemnly, but with full
untrembling tone, "will you marry me to Ed
The priest almost staggered back from he,
Eyes, Father Farrell you have heard Alright
and so!emnly and sincerely repeat the ques-
ton. Listen: You must know that never on
this earth will wed any other. shall devote
myself and the greater portion of any wealth
l may possess to the church for charitable pur-
poScS diIcI CuWaEu Lennon, my luGuTo nus
band-future here and hereafter-is dead. I
| wish to call him husband by that precious
right which death will soon rob me of. Even
so, Father Farrell; give me that right, short
vide for his honest, stout.hearted father aud
his broken-hearted mother, without the lying
lips Of SANDER doubling the motive. Oh, Fa-
ther Farrell it is the only consolation left me
now to hope for, or in your power to bestow."
The priest was struck dumb. Her eyes, her
breath; pleaded almost more than her words
Father Farrell sat down upon form.
"Winny Cavana," he said, i" do not press mo
that is, mean, do not hurry me. The mat
ter admits of serious consideration, and may
not be altogether SO unreasonable or eXtraor
binary as it may at first appear, But say
for q few minutes and let me think"
No, father. You may remain here for a
few minutes and think. Let me so in and see
my poor Emon.'
Yes, yes, you shall, but 1 must go along
with you, Winny. can come out again if
find that more consideration is necessary"
Winny saw that she had gained her point.
look of gratitude and love upon Winny as
Gained every doubt upon the priests mind, for
he was afraid that Enron himself might object
and that the scene would injure him.
Wlnny was soon at Euon's side with his
hand in hers.
You are come, Winny dear, to bid ME a f.
nal good-bye-ln this world" he murmured.
love for me!'
am come, Emon dear, to fulfill that love
IN the presence of heaven, and with Father
Farrell's sanction am l not, Father Farrell ,"
never doubted it, Winny dear"
And you shall not doubt it now You shall
die declaring il. Emon-Emon, my own Emon-
a-knock, am come to claim the promise you
gave me to make me your WIFE"
"Great God, Winny! are you mad us she
not mad Father Farrell ?"
No, Emon dear, she really is not mad. She
will devote herself and her whole future life
this. She can do that not only as well, but
better, n some respects as your widow than
otherwise. l have considered the matter and
cannot see that there are any just reasons to
deny her requests
" Then shall die happy, though it be this
very night. But OH Winny, Winny think of
what you are about; time will soften your |
grief, and you may yet be happy with aro-"
Stop, Enron dear-not another word; for |
here, before heaven and Father Farrell, swear |
never shall marry any one in this world but |
you. Here, Father Farrell, begin; here is a
ring you gave me yourself Emon and although
will make one of it."
Father Farrell then brought in Emon,s faith |
er and mother and married Wnny to the dy-
ing man.
r, She stopped down and kissed his pallid lips |
Big drops of sweat burst out upon his forehead |
and Father Farrell that the last moment
vas at hand Winny held his hand between
Doth hers, and said, Enron, you are now
nine-mlne by divine right, and resign you
% the Lord" And she looked up to heaven
through the roof, while the big tears rolled
Town her pale cheeks.
Winny," said Emon in n solemn Inf DIS
met voice, !" now die happy. For this 1
lave lived, for this die. 1 cannot count on
wen hours now; my moments are numbered.
feel death trembling round nv heart. But
,ou have Gained its approach, Winny dear.
our love and devotion at moment like this
the happiest pang that softens my passage
o the grave. can now claim a right to what
ou promised me as favor-my portion of
our space in Rathcash chapel-yard. God
less you, Winny dear Good -bye-my-
Yes, Enron had lived and died for the love of
or who was no,r his trido,r.
AS Emon had ceased to speak, q bright smile
roke over his whole countenance, and he rem
cred his last sigh into the safe keeping of his
uardian angel, until the last great day.
Winny knew that he was dead, though his
reath had passed so gently forth that he {
nued to hold his hand, and to gaze upon his :
Ill features, while Father FaIrelps Iips 6
owed IN silent prayer, moro for the living :
ian the dead. De :
" Come, Winny." he at last said YOU can
ot remain here just at present. Come along
18th me, and will bring you in my gig to
yself." GA
. :, Oh, thank you, thank you, Father Far
~ she said, turning resignedly with him. :
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