The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-02-09

l,will accept what you have IN all cOpuuenoo'
between us any more than there 10 just now 40
she conversation of that happy couple sm'hne
and babling among the roses. ,,s y.
10Y good you are. Aa amp r. ,s,!ns Gas.
suredly, |" she continued with swces and mis-
chievous smile, Il am very sure that 10 Is MOI
with vduwry or busiuess that they are enter
This yen may be assured 81, my readers. for.
just then, Valentine, sprcading into sweet
saiie her One and delicate lips while her bril-
liant sns e sed to
her partner, who was coming toward her!
!. '.You had better believe me, Mr.. Alfred. We
win not 60 to Paris. Paris is very far Oh. and
will go every evening and see dear papa
in his little pavilion at Vaux. Won't 1t be
charming to do inst as we did when we were
/, running throug Oh the ruts and the fields,
gathering the new hay and the herbs covered
And the simple child, clapping her white
Innocent, trnant projects with which she pro-
posed to insukurate their future housekeeping.
Then, Alfred having offered his arm, she ao-
cepted it moment in order 90 ADJUST Win nel
young intended some other detail OF great ini-
portance WI ich she must tell her mamma 1mme-
diatelv-mamma holding her breath meanw nile,
hearing vaguely the murmer of the wind IN the
arbor and smiling with tenderness as her child
approached.
"Mamma," cried Valentine, throwing her
arms around her mothers neck, and with Q
caressing and infantne movement minging
the waves of her lustrous hair with the tine,
heavy gray curs, "di1 you net say that the
anniversary of your birth would come in two
weeks, the second of next month"; and that you
would love to see Alfred aud me choose that
day to celebrate our betrothalp
Eyes, my darling" replied Madame de Guers,
gently.
oh rinr on IA
that gave me so dear mamma. But nave
You decided anyhow about the invitations" =
II have at least thought of them, my child
We will have, 1 think, the greater part of
understand, all your young friends"
eyes, just as You wish. Butts tito be only
for the evening. dear mamma ="
"Ah! my little ambitious one wishes to give
o whole day to her Jete"
"Indeed do, mamma; have dreamed of it
even, SO may as well confess.
invite all to myself; | will receive them,
lodge" them, and serve them with my own
hands. o mamma! it will be SO nice, in the
shady part of the garden, among the flowers,
breakfast, good wine, cakes, roast, and Pier
ret the violinfst with his violin, and the bas
kets all filled with flowers! And my guests
will be so surprised, and SO pleased my dear
good mamma"
"But who are they, then ~
"Your old women, dear mamma"
Madame de Guerss response was to take the
pretty brown head of the charming girl in her
hands, aud to press it tenderly and
long upon her lips, while a gentle shivering of
and love made her heart beat
at is said," she replied at last; "the table
shall be set for fifteen, and there shall he cakes
and violips, and wine aud flowers. You shall
serve them, my child, and my old people will
believe they are at the wedding"
Then, rs the first stars began to dot tho pure
sky, and the happy and united group rose to
leave the perfulned shelter of the garden,
Madame do Gucrs, more joyous and prouder
than ever, held back on purpose: to >, let TT, the
pered in the ear of her old friend, who was
taking in the whole scene:
"My good Maubars. did you not say, just now
my Valentine is n treasurer -
softest and the sky most radiant, Valentino |
received with great joy and pomp her morning |
guests on this the day of her betrothal. Every
thing passed confOrmable to the an
nounced -prograame: the large table was
and covered with long white |
cloth; the light wine of tho country filled the
glasses; the cakes appeared large and glided
and the roast was cooked to perfection. At
this succulent and cordial banquet the
twelve old women arranged themselves in
der, and Valentine waited on them. cutting up
pieces of cake with her pretty lttlo white
hand, upon which shone the golden ring, with
it's blue stone, that Alfred had sent her that
morning to wear until she. took the other that
would enchain her for life. Tho poor old gos-
alps feasted with n good heart, and laueI ed
IS they tppled, with glasses tumbling against
Zach other; while the sparrows, somewhat
busted, piped in the branches, astonlshed at SO
much noise, then dropped gently to the earth
% peck at the crumbs of cake that fell in the
,rass and, to crown ALL the violin of Pierrot,
Gated at his post under the arbor played for
he delighted old women all the minuets,
,avottes, and hops of the good old time.
You can judgsof the gratitude and general
oy.
God will take you to his holy paradise,
rood and beautiful young LADY, said mother
'erine, as she received from the hands of the
pretty child hefAhird slice of mutton.
What are you saying there, mother Pc
inc 7" cried Babet, her usual antagonist.
What kind of wish is that you are makiag
Better hope for Miss. Valentine, as for many
thers, that paradise will come as late as pos
ible, and that here the dear good young lady
will become great and good matron, and en-
oy herself as much as she can in this world"
True enongb," said Manou, "for there is the
craping of the violin; dust listen to that
'retty Savotte! Oh in those days when l wasl
mt twenty, how hoped about like young
.oat At the first note of the music. Dear me
Iiss Valentine, how this good wine makes You
onng again. and puts tho gaiety into you!
% believe, If Pierrot begins that flourish once II