The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-12-28

her grief, "Father Vincent, tell me all about
1t: Dd-did she snffsr muoh did che speak
she buried"
"she did not suffer much. Mary her end
in the heave ven y Father she had ali her life
loved and served we'll. She spoke of you
often, my child. gave o small packet, contain
ing sundry little articles, to the matron for
you, shed tears of joy over your last letter,
and gave up her soul in peace but six days
since"
:" Six days! so lately then let me look upon
her dear dead face"
Poor Mary rose as she spoke. The priest
con tinued:
1--WE laid her in Glasnevin Cemetery only
yesterday, Mary; the funeral could not be
| f" But yesterday! but yesterday Obi my
dead darling shall nerer soe your face again !.
Yes, in the kingdom OF your Father and OF
hers shall you meet again." said the priest SOL
rupiion. and this mortal hath put on Immortality:
be not sorrowful then. those pho haze no hope"
For awhile,-ah! have we not yielded in
way, but the prayer Of the good priest touched
the heart of Mary-that bruised, sorrowful
heart gradually resigned itself to the decree
"Who will go with me, that may kneel by |
by her last home ~
~ will go with you. Mary, and when you
retarn you must see the matron she will be
able to tell yon much it is needfnl you should
know, and many more things relating to our
dear lost friend than can tell YOU"
! Then they wont their way to Glasnevin,
Mary silent and sorrowful. What q mad, wild
| hope had sustained the girl early that morn
ing. Do we not always suffer when the fever,
ish excitement that has sustained US has passed
| awayf The transition from the fOolishness Of
an unreasonable hope to the knowledge of
| certain deep sorrow, is almost more than poor
| human nature can support.
| At length they reached the cemetery, and it
was not long before mound of earth. but
newly turned, told tho girl where the remains
of her beloved friend reposed.
But already monument Of pure white mar
BILE had been raised, in the form of cross,
the letters r 1. Pr" and, ere she sank on her
knees beside the grave, Mary looked inqoir-
ingly at the priest.
! "Mr. Forester has done this, my child he
told mo he should SOC it put up before he left
for England"
1t was o strange name the priest had utter
ed. "No matter" Mary thought, d" doubtless
the graceful act was done by some ono who
had admired Kathleen's character, and had
lamented her misfortunes )" but nevertheless
she loved, for the sake of her more than mother,
n the unknown friend who bad 80 speedily raised
this tribute to her memory.
Then she knelt down aud prayed for her who
slept beneath though she little doubted that
q soul 30 pure had already found rest with its
God and before she left the spot she plucksd
some tufts of grass and q few leaves from
> fine geranum recently planted, end, accompa-
MED by Father Vincent. turned to leave the
cemetery, sad and sorrowful.
"And who Is Mr.. Forester I" she said. "How
v very good of him to raise such monument
over the grave of my beloved aunt"
"You know Mr.. Forester very intimately,
my child" replied the priest, smiling, $50 WELL
indeed, that am commissioned to take you to
his mothers home, in England, as soon as you
are recovered sufficiently to undertake the
Journey"
Pardon me, Father Vincent, do not un-
derstand. The only English lady l know is
Edward 8 mother. Mrs. Darvil; and they are
both in Belgian"
~ must seem to speak in enigmas, Mary /;
bnt, nevertheless, Mr. Forester and Ed ward
are one and the same person. Nor was Ella,
balls or1l frtn mar
she stood nearly in the same degree Of rela-
tienehip to him as You did to your dear kath-
leen 2"
"Neither one nor the other, Mary. Prepare
your mind for strange revelations, and adore
change in tho fortunes of him to whom you are
engaged took place, he lost NO time in coming
saw Kathleen. to his profound sorrow, 80 re-
duced as to have been glad to profit by the
great kindness of tho directors Of st. Joeeph's
:, and paid her o visit, consoled her last moment,
1t by the knowledge that the child whom she
Z, had reared would be endowed with oil the
d gifts of. fortune, nnd abe died aware that a.
% soon she returned homo she would be the
l. happy wife of Walter Forester. 1t is all true
Mary" the priest eontinued, as the big blue
y eyes of his heArer filled again with tears al
:, the mention of Kathleen, lost to her forever
% when happier days were dawning on herself
y y abe raised them wonderipgly to his face. j." II
is all true" he said, the poor lady, Ella Gra
y of alteration of intellect, stolen away he
20 sisters child and reared it AZ her own, nnd ;
T. providential visit of his younger brother &c
p Bruges revealed the whole mystery viii
r tsft you how later; Ht present as we are at st
Is Josephs, will say no more; but be careful t
lot me know, as soon as possible, your aunt
i'd address, and also when you think you will b.
NJ able to travel, for you are anxiousy expected
Oh in England"
A. Without staying for u word of mnent OF
- what he had said, the good priest lefS Mar,
II standing once more beneath the portico of st
a. Joseph's. She did not ring n loud peal th
"a time, but paused few moments and presses
10 | both hands to her forehead, as if she doubteo
:; tho truth of what ehe Mad heard. She ha.
to recognized in Walter Forester, whom she ha'
known merely poor artist and writer
ar struggling under adversely, noble, affection
" ate disposition; she regarded him as goo'
- - nnd duteous son, and felt assured he woul
I'd also make q kind and indufCent husband an'
A., with Knowledge that q union with hin
4 would not necessarily require her to enal
asunder that precious ito which death alon
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