The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-11-01
NUMBER SO.

At Maria's first touch the maiden ssasssa
rom her sleep In alarm, opened wide her sysa,
ana regarded her friend with mingled asuAA
and terror.
"ia 1t you, Mariaf" she exclaimed. Aasasay
passing her hand over her eyelids; "vAas
| brings you to me Mt this strange heur ~
my poor friendi" cried Maria. brrssaur
into tears, "you must get up and let me Ssesn
you. Nerve yourself as best you can, aaa
above ell make haste. A great misfortuno kns
befallsn you."
In her bewilderment Matilda rose from hsr
bed, liking look Of anxious inquiry spsE
Maria, who Immediately began dressing hes,
sobbing bitterly the while, and making no an
swer to the terrified girls repeated quossisus.
till, at the moment Of handing her o leasr
| riding-dress. with painful effort she said.
"You are about to take Journey. aesr
Matilda! May st. George protect and kesw
you'll"
What means this, my Marias Alb, nov sss
what lot awaits mel Ny sad dream, then, was
true one; for, even Is you woke me, uss-
thought was being carried OF to France. o.
Joanna Of Navarro. Now 10 sll hope eoss
from mel never again shall I behold my n.
loved FinndersI And you, my father, never
again, in this world, shall you emssase ysas
ohildp
Overcome with grief, Maria had sonk late o
ohass; her voice, inartioulate with s0As, was
unable to offer word Of comfort, wAea sha
felt her neck enoircled by Matilda's arse, 60
heard her tender accents sounding In her eass
weep not for me, sweet friend. Besreyv
upon SORROW is nothing now to my sad head
and for the house Of Flanders there 10 Icse nc
Joy, not oven peace.n
"a hapless, yet ever-noble girlin Maria a
last found words to say; "you know mot thse
the French soldiers who are to carry you hSnse
already guard the housep
AT these words Matilda turned pale, and an
evident shudder passed over her frame. "Sos-
iiers" she exclaimed, am I tbon to be- en-
posed 10 the insolence of ruffian hirelinRsf
Save me, my Mariai o God that / might nov
lie! My fathsri my father! you know mos
What insults are offered to your blood ~
Be not thus terrified, my Matilda; thsir
eader is "a good knight and q noble gentle
man,"
1.-THE fated hour, then, lie come. i uGSna
cave Jou. Maria; and the wicked Joanna wiz
ast mo, too, into dungeon. Be it 80; tbess
) Jodge in heaven, aud He will NOS fossst
le
'"Quick, now, and put on the riding Dress;
Or hear the soldiers approaehing."
While Matilda was fastening her drsss abena
er, tho door opened, and the waiting-naiasa
ltered.
Madam" she said, addressing herself 10
aria, "the French knight desires to know
neither the Lady Matilda is yet ready, asd
neither it is permitted him to present hlnsslf
sfore herf'
Z 80 H.t %
Ter.
Messire de CROSSINGS had followed elosaly
ION bis messenger, and now made his appear
zee. He bowed respectfully to the latIss;
d his compassionate looks sufficiently a o.
d his distsste for the commission with WIS =
was charged.
!" Noble countess" he comme1eed, honw
til me IL call upon yon to sceOnpanT ma
thout further delay. I assure yOa hGwa
.eady allowed yOu all the slime that ft 10 Rap-
lie for mo 10 grant,
Il win follow you, MsssiFe, On che insAaaAg
swered Matilda; That trust thas uasv
y on your kniEhtly homer 70 neouso ~
'inSt any unworthy trestnsDt!1
I swear to Jon, LADY," replied De CsssaARsa,
ply moved By hes rsSignatiOn, thaS -
q rs yOu are in ny charge Jos sball Rssa
h aOthiDg but respect"
Bnt your soldiers, HessiroY'
Az for my soldiers, lady, nOt Anna a@saR
m, assure yOu, shsll address ons wes6 IN
!. Let us now be going"
.nxiously and tsndoriy ths two fslspds en-
ced one another. willis tears tsiekled dowA
ir cheeks. ofaeR was tho bitter vnra
rewell " repeated, snd thS Last snhnnca
en-, onIy % be ecmmsnesa sneR. AtloaA
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