The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-07-13

gence, the scintillating Of sharp intellectual
pursuit. the soft radience which dawning love
loved obiect-those he saw not He saw only
So far, so good. But he had not finished the
by bis folly, even while owning it. He must
not only provo the vanity of hoping, but the
vanity of loving. He must remove the halo
S from eo sis Of
after all, were beauty and grace sweet voice
and smile, and gracious speakingg He set
himself to analyze them, physiologicaliy,
SO the botanist analyses flower, ard when
he has destroyed its ravishing perfume, and that
exquisite comb nation which constituted it's IN
dividuality--a combination man can separate.
butFwhieh only God can form.he points to
tho fra gments and says. That Is q rosep
But suppose that, even while he speaks,
en- the anthers should gather again their gold
en- pollen, ard hang themselves once more on
each slender filament, the petals blush anew,
n most rosy rose should rise triumphantly be-
sonssIsuch experience had Mr.. Bently when
| ing coldly away from the ruins of what had
been so fair, he walked to tho window to take
breath, and saw there the living woman COM
plete, her soul Welding with immsrtal nre exery
bly, lovely, battling, and-dlsdainfui. ehe sto9o
in the garden where Mrs. Clay had purposeiy
detained her beneath his wndow and sse
sity had brought her to the house, and she had
determined that she would not, If it could be
| helped, meet that gentleman who, from being
| a daily visitor of her own. had suffered three
days to pass. during which he had once or
twice talked with her uncle over the gate, but
had never approached Der.
Since that hour when, looking from his win
low, he had seen her sail past without raisiD g
her eyes, Mr. Bently had been haunted at times
by two antagonistic yisions..the rose dissect-
ceeded by the rose full-blown, triumphant in
unassailable sweetness.
He Thought it all over now as he sat looki 2
out of Mrs. Clay's eastern bay-window. And
having thought it over once, it began to 1g 70
, various scenes passed, one by one, slowly, like
persons in procession, and he gazed at then
: from first to last; and there was the hrs1
not stop. His head was aching, and feeling
t some what light besides. He pressed his fore
0 head with his hands, and tried to think o
!, ant subiect than the cold he must have takeI
o to make him so sore from head to foot. Bu
t still that procession moved witch acceleratinl
T speed He spoke to John, tired and annoy Of
o hiSs u = little with the oreature'. antics
then loaned back in his chair and let his brail
n whirl.
i. Certainly he was ill; bat nothing else wa
II certain. whether TO sc or stay, to speak o
r remain silent, he esUld scarcely decide. Whe
l. dinner was announced, instinct kept him cor
,f vsntional. He ate nothing. but he wen
r. strnrtion than might be attributed to his il
- telIsctunl oddities. But dinner, with its il
'r antics ever, he made haste ts escape to h
lp owi roon. =,
g. Clay, a. he passed her.
Id How the trivial question irrtAtsd him! 3
q bowed, afraid to utter word !eat it shsI
n be an offensive enc. His nerves folt bare,
* Miss Bird looked moro deeply than her frier
a had, and in ths one timd glance she gave Il
Id gentleman, saw painful trouble beneath h
of AZ hope be didn't hear what We wero Sc
,h ing Of him before dinner she remarked .
IN prehensively.
m. q No indeed" was the confident respon.,
st. less what is said of him."
OIL "But he looked displeased," persisted t
"a. Mrs Clay cast q sarcastic glance on her 80
er. ordinate. g. My DEAR" she said with deeisic
nd % the less you occupy yourself with my COZ
mo- ius feelings, the better for you. Your soil
its tude will be quite thro wn away"
nee Bird sighed family and resigned herself
in being snubbed.
h at to be alone, and shut himself into his roo
ct and, when there, desolation settled upon hi
of 1t is not pleasant to be sick in ones own he
th with loving and solicitous friends surroundi
ots one with their cares, and taking every t.
A from the weak hands it is still less pleas!
NV when, though friends are near, they are pc
hat erleSS to llit the burden Wnlcn only those ut
nat less hands can carry /; but how far more or
re- than any other desolation on earth, is it WI
en sickness falls upon who must work,
any the sick one IS not only oppressed by the
rai- den of duties unperformed, but is himsel
his burden, coldly and grudingly tended, tie
en ed NOS at all : Mr.. Bently knew we'll the
he tent of his cousins friendship, and the wo
,tIv of her Chinese compliments, and he would
Nj | rather have fallen in the street, and been
the | to the tender merciee of strangers, than
md i'll in her house.
Yeu- Morning came, and it was breakfast-ti
will by no means an carly hour. Mrs. Clay had
to of tie meal half an hour her cousins
count. " He has at least one polite habit
ned does not rise early" she said But theI
he is as regular clock in his late hour"
He He was not prompt this morning, howe
the for they waited ten minutes after break
mir was on the table, and rang second bell,
he still their visitor did not appear.
und Miss Bird suggested that he had looked
once we'll the evening before, and might be I'm;
TOR to come down.
ntal Really, how thoughtful you are - said
me Clay, with cutting emphasis. 81 had q
and forgotten. Perhaps, my son, you Will g
nth. and see if Miss Bird is right"