The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-07-12

"Come, my DEAR" the tone was such rs
father might use to o wilfnl child, +" there mus
be no such talk as that betwixt you and me
: you know When married you, thinking, my
dear, most truly, that could make your life
better and happier by the change, told you
honestly that loved Agnes Wood burn in the
time that's gone, ms could never love any one
again. Bnt, nevertheless, that needn't nor
didn't prevent me from offering You the love
Of good husband, which resolved to DO and
have tried to be. And it was q shock to me to
find soon, my dear, that home was not in your
line, for, You see, it was 30 altogether in mine.
And to see further, that fashion was all your
Thought. and your ways weren't my ways But
after the shock came the thought that I
shouldn't have tempted you by my wealth in to
marrying me, who might be your father. So I
resolved, Lsther have her ways, such as thew
arc; lot me bear all the punishment in our
married life, and let her have her joys' And
think, my dear, have kept the resolution.
Answer, haveI7"
At first she had been impatiently tanning
the hoor with her slipper, but by degrees abe
stopped, and averted her face from him. 80
that now, if any feeling dwelt there, he could
not see it. And her sole reply in words was,
" But now you wish to show the world am
not mistress in my own house,
Stop, my dear, let us finish up the past
before we talk of now or tomorrow. Answer
my question-have kept that resolution ~
Oh yes-well enough"
A shadow of pain fitted over his face. It
was not refined face, for Mark Delville was
q self-made man, who had worked his way
from one of the very " lowest depths,n but it
was replete with the finest and most cbivalric
feeling as he said
Not 80 we'll, perhaps, as supposed. nv
dear, but surely we'll enough to ask now the
first favor your husband has ever requested
from your hands. Let Agnes Norman remain
in my care, in my own house. You'll never be
sorry, my DEAR"
If the averted face had held any FEELING il
was all driven away as the turned it towards
him, eager, selfish, obtuse as to his peneros;tv
and patience.
"Will you fit up the left wing for her use p
"Yes."
"will she have a separate carriage and
horses Z"
eyes,"
keep her, then, till she or you grow tired
of it. Now tell me what is your particular
reason for all this fuss about her."
" 1t can't be of much consequence to w,
Nettie, but you're welcome to it, as I'd scorn
to deceive You about anything. When loved
Agnes WOODBURY. 1 was very poor, in fact,
when 1 first saw her I was only a newsboy,
and she was little schoolgirl passing along
the street, with her golden hair floating to the |
W1no' and her face beam7ng, it seemed to me,
like an angels I was shivering and hungry,
and had been kicked about and beaten. till
The world seemed to me o life worse than
Death Just as she passed, bigger boy, a
brute by nature, knocked me down, aud all my
papers were scattered in the mud. As
picked myself up, my face bleeding, and nv
miserable little heart giving out it's woful
rage In tears heard the first kind tone ever
addressed to me say, Oh little boy, I'm 90
orry " Nettie, those words were stamped on
ny heart forever, and SO was the picture of
Ter face' so innocent and kind, and full of the
'l'y mat now believe angels give to mon.
nen she SAID, I'm very sorry and maybe I
ou might be whipped at home cause your
'apers Is oil spoiled, and Ill save you from
nat anyhow, for here's quarter 1 had to
pend' and didn't, and now Pm glad.' Then +
ne passed on. This seems all very simple to
ou' my DEAR have no doubt, but of little
aSaoonu IL made me man l worked my t
'ay upward, hoping to reach her watched
er as she grew hoped to be fit for her. t
But that was all in vain. My little love
ecame highly educated, refined, and beau
full woman, the heiress of wealthy uncle o
tho had adopted her and brought her up She
ever could love me, although 1 worked nv
ay into her circle, and strove to make myself "
cceptable to her. All Nettie, she married v
or'nless fellow who sought her for her
oney, and then broke her heart! She diso- e
eyed her uncle by the act and was disnher II
ed. Her husband, after a short career of Al
ssipation, died, and she earned living for
erself and her one child by teaching. This Y,
lid is Agnes Norman, the uncle Mr.. Alton. Y,
got sorry too late to save the mother. a,
r a year before she had died in poverty. but
bequeathed his money to the daughter on tt
ndition that she should reside under nv ye
re till married, otherwise settled, with tho til
pc that I would, for her mothers sake hs
ard her from her mothers fate fo
70 Now. dear hat,