The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-11-30

she spoke.
back. We shall have much to talk about, dear |
Hlla. You have married, and have o good and |
clever son to look after you. Is Mr.. Darvil |
This was very natural question to ask, but |
Kathleen received q very evssivs answer.
MY husband oh, have no husband.n
49,. A. An. he is dead, then; my poor Ella. Have
Dead. moi But did not say he was dead.
But have Edward with me. You know dear
Edward he is the joy Of my existence"
After the atrooious conduct Of MT. Smith, You
were not forssken. how happy you must be in
the possession Of such SON."
trial was when had to send him from me to
be educated. For this I worked and toiled,
aud even turned night into day for several
And your sister and her husband-are they
we'll What family have they had She had
one charming little boy when last saw her at
three.and- twenty now, if he be alive"
Eyes, was always fond of him, always;"
said Ella, abstractedly, rather in the tone of
one speaking to herself than replying to an
And Mary, who had stood aside, an eager
listener, opened her big blue eyes in astonish-
how Mr.. Edward Darvil, with his talent and
energy, conld endure living alone with his
mother; but the next moment came the
thought of all that mother had doubtless been
to him.
But Kathleen's curiosity was excited. aud
she inquired again about the family at
Asblegh Thorpe.
"Well, have not seen Louisa for many
years. went away one day, che did not know
where, and have never heard from her since.
Poor Lucy! it would never do at oil, she would
never have forgiven me so was it not best to
keep away from her altogether ~
"Have you had any severe illness, Ella,
since We have been parted from each other, Or
any great trouble Z" asked Kathleen, becom-
that her old friends intellect was lamentably
weakened; but the reply of the latter was
checked BY Mary's exclamation that Mr.. Oar
vii was at the garden gate.
And this 10 Elias son." thought Kathleen,
when the fret greeting was over, and for few
moments she regarded him with no small admi-
o mass of rich brown hair, and lighted by O
pair of dark hazel eyes, and his regular fea-
lures, forcibly reminded her Of Louisa, as she
years since at Ashleigh Thorpe; and it WAS
we'll for Ella that in the mtdst of her own
troubled life in Dublin she had never heard Of
Then, after the first greeting, Kathleen
said
az was just asking your mother, Mr.. Darvil,
I'D sn hbspy to
long years Of eur separation ~
" As long as can remember" replied the
tho young man, she has been delicate ;
tude for my welfare. Between my labors,
| as an artist and an author, it is hard. tell
her, if she cannot have perfect rest now.
because can sec that she docs not exert her
| self
She is fortunate, Mr. Darvil, in possessing
hsuch o son, said Kathleen.
7 "She has been one of the best of mothers
| and we two are alone in the world Miss Fitz
Maurice" said young Darvii, as we will still
Ds him n. sIos tone Of ss sS sasrs
birth. have no relative but her. and here
the young man paused, and looked signih
cantly at Ella, who sat with handle folded anG
o melancholy expression on her still handsome
face.
Kathleen and Mary, in their own mi nds
filed up the speech, thus" Soon, perhaps,
shall lose her, too, il Uorse than death does no
) Then the conversation required to Kath
leen's past life, aud Mary and young Darvi
similitude in their own fortunes, and whel
Ella babe them good night, it was an under
stood thing that the old Intimacy was to be re
newed, aud that they were to be very muo
, together.
For some minutes Mary aud her aunt spok
, no word, then the former Observed" Ho'
worry odd it was that Mrs. Darvil would SO
l nothing about her husband"
Every" was the laconic reply, "she evidentl
!, wanders very much" but Kathleen though
Wes t. asous Elss Then she
angry with herself, aad strove to drive away
thought which perplexed and mado her uneasy
She, however buried her suspicious within he
own bosom.
CHAPTER XVII.
MisgirinSs.
/. The soft, mellow beams of the setting gu
Q bad faded away; one pale limo of yellow ligt
v alone was visible amidst the clear blue of
!, cloudless sky; the good people of Dublin
wearied and languid with the unusual hes
v which prevailed, although the month Of Sci
), TENDER was far advanced, seemed to have le
Q their homes with common assent. and ii
h banks of the canal, the Phoenix Park, an
70 other places of favorite resort, were thronge
b with wayfarers.
l. But in o front room of the upper floor Of
respectable house, in one of the quietest stree
D. of the whole city, sits one who has done hal
It days work but he has no thought of laying
q aside, for you see he has evidently made a
A. rangements for working far into the nigh
3, The windows are both wide open, the table
+. which he sits is covered with papers, Ian
as yet nnlighted stands beside him, and on; on
e. hraad and butter. with a small decanter