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

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neglect them for this, SO I'll dismiss IL from n,
thoughtsp
Which was eaeotualIy done for the time be
ing. 81
Agnes Norman, In personal appearancs
neither answered to the description of Mrs
Delville nor Mrs. Lester. She was ueithe
"one remove from being ugly" nor yet de
oidedIy beautiful" that is, in the society &C
! ceptation of the word. Her face was fair ant
womanly for one 30 young, and indisputabl,
refined, yet it was face which required to b,
lit by the radiance of some inward feeling
noble or tender, as the case might be. in orde,
to deserve the verdict of beautiful. 1t struck
the observer skilled in reading the connie.
nance as enc eminently capable of holdin q
such expression, but to the careless or preju-
diced observer this passed unheeded. The
wealth OF brown hair just breathed upon by
the gold, that was very decidedly {" all her
own" was drawn softly into one large coil,
which crowned head too massive for perfect
beauty, but indicative of no ordinary amount
OF brain. Her eyes were large and full of the
soul OF woman who could smile and weep,
hope and despair, enjoy life heartily and bear
its sorrows, love and be beloved, but who could
never trifie with any of what made up the best
part of that life allotted to woman. So that,
in these eyes, the color went for nothing, so
far as any beauty was concerned the express
sion for all. They were a very common shade
Of hazel. She was of the ordinary height.
rather slender than otherwise, and dressed
with quaint sort of plainness not unbecom-
ing to one of her peculiar character and ap-
but utterly devoid of that which is
called "style" amongst the women of the
world.
Now this girl was sufficiently young and
sufficiently untouched by life's bitterness to
sit dreaming, with hands folded in idleaess.
and eyes fixed on q cloud in the summer sky.
during the actual moments when the "fuss~
above recorded took place in the Delville es-
tablishment. The summer sky was very beau
tiful to her. and SO was her future, and her
dream owned the witchery of youth, which
nothing can ever equal in later life. 1t began:
y God is very good. God is terry good" Then
pause, and the eyes were glorious, and the
face was Transformed. 1t went on: "My life
was so dark after he took mamma, I thought
it could never be real life q ain. And now I
have found new one, such a beautiful new
one! No; it is not the wealth, though I
know can enjoy that too, but the dear and
kind and desolate old man, in the midst of all
this grandeur! How lonely he must have
been, how lost! Why poor mamma and /, in |
our two rooms, had a cosier homel I will |
make him happy, and it will be fitting re-
turn for his devotion to her, and his truth to |
her, even in her grave. I have been Door
enough to learn the art of creating q home |
vhich T fha r;,Ix Il.
when practice my quiet art, maybe his beau
.iful wife will be tempted to stay sometimes
md help to make things bright. How lovely
he is, how exquisite are her manners, though
o cold; and how perfectly she dresses! How
Happy she could make him too, if che only
Knew! Well, L have something to fill my life
low, and will be in earnest. Many and
many time mamma taught me, that in the
lie OF every woman comes some noble mission
nd that she does not need to seek it, but SIM
ly work it out when God sends it. Now this
hall be mine, till"-here the exultapt face
'ss covered, and through the white fingers
eeped out modestly an apparently uncalled-
or blush.
While things were in this state, Mr. Delville [
ppeared upon the scene.
Well, my child" he said cheeri!y, mot !
'etting go soon, 1 hope!"
The hands were taken kindly down from her I
zee, and he looked rather anxiously into eve
lat met his at first shyly, then gladly. s
mo, Dir. Delville! am happier than can I
III you ~ r
"Glad to hear it, child. Any plans yet w i
-" Hundreds, dear Mr.. Delville, all tending to /
ie" q
-" And that ~ b
To make you happy, TO fill up your life v
it'll the quiet pleasures Of home, that see o
N love 80 wellw Il
He turned aside for q moment, he was an b
Extraordinarily long time wiping his face-but e
was warm weather-and then he said, with o
dden huskiness of the voice: b
Why, God bless my soul, child, you're il
p're-one in thousand! You're decidedly W
ur mothers daughter you sha1't be thrown re
'ayw Iii
do not intend to allo,o myself TO be-" said h
girl, with quiet decision not usual to her W