The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-02-01

and though in latter times no opening save
IN mat OF trade and banking bad been available
nothing to that of the proverbiaily naughty
| mobiles of Spain. 1t mattered little that by
some he was Stunned as of an inferior extrac-
tion or lower social status: his own wealth,
his wife's beauty, his lavish hospitality, his
daughter's charms, were strong enough, he
knew, to break the barriers of prejudice, at
riages, he did not covet for his children the
alliance of poor foreigner, and poor most of
the proud families were whom he daily enter
tanned at his splendid house-poor in brains,
will.
And yet, though he almost despised his
neighbors, this shook was very CALLING to him.
They now would tarn from him, would forget
his open handedness, and remember only his
race and creed would pity him perhaps, but
With the pity that 10 almost contempt And
this seemed to Paralyze him, for all his fercely
friends.
Mabeleth tried to persuade him to take the
| calmness would sooner show him how to re-
trieve his fortunes.
For" she said, you know that, with your
my little sisters dowry by the time they will
be grown up; and that is the first thing to be
considered, and after that we shall even have
enough to live in comfort"
And what is to become of you, Nah leth 2"
| asked her father fondly.
"Oh You and will be co-workers. will
them
well. and 80 we will both have a definite
object in life. We can keep my mother in
some degree of comfort from the very begin
ming, If we only look things in the face"
The opals and diamonds had to be returned
to the jewellers; the pleasant home was
broken up, and what with the sale of his
property and various other legal arrange
ments Ephraim Crstalar was able to pay all
MS creditors, with q few trihipg exceptions
for which he bound himself by solemn promise
to provide shortly.
Than fba h,p M
and the nine days wonder was forgotten by
his former circle of acquaintance.
One day, young Englishman, travelling or
rather sauntering about Europe in o way un-
like the usual useless rush of tourists from on @
point to another of Murray's Guide Book,
arrived at Frankfort, and settled there for
now long he, least of all, could have told.
| AT the hotel, nothing was known of him but
his name. Henry Holcombe, and that he had
| come with n black portmanteau containing a
number of books. He went slowly to see the
sights, one by one, as if he had plenty of
a'd 90, he never measured the length and
| breadth OF saloons, the height of towers, the
number of statues in the cathedral-nic hes nor
dld no ever disgrace his name by carving it
side by side with the ambitious Joneses or the
| heaven -souring Smiths the pinnacle of O
temple, or the bark supports of a summer.
house; when he went out with q book in his
hand, it was neither the obtrusive Murray nor
the "stentations Byron and, in fact, he de-
parted altogether from the standard Of the
He was walking one day down the Juden-
Strasse, the picturesqueness of whose media
val-looking houses had a special attraction for
him, when it came on to rain very suddenly
and the sky seemed to threaten a storm in good
earnest the street was soon deserted, and the
narrow roadway became o miniature stream.
slight figure half hidden by O large umbrella
pressed quickly past him. 1t was o woman,
and, he thought, very young one but more
than that he could not tell, because she was
and muffied. hel he drin
erella very close down upon her head. She
had not gone dozen PAGES before him before
she dropped something, white like q roll of
music, and stopped slowly to pick it up. The
cloak and long skirt she was holding fast to
keep them from the mud embarrassed her, and
the young Englishman had time to spring for
ward and restore the white roll of paper to
her hand before she had grasped it.
" Oh! thank you, mein Herr" said low,
rich voice, in very soft German. And, as
Henry took of his hat in silence, the girl made
pretty sweeping inclination, and left him,
walking as quickly as before
But he had seen more this time, and he knew
she was beautiful, and had dainty, graceful
hand. Curious and interested, he watched the
dark -clad figure down tho street, quickened
HE own steps as it fastened on, slackened
them rs it paused to clear q crossing without
splashing the long and rather nconvenent
garments. He saw it stop at last, and ring 8
bell at an old forlorn looking door, where he
might have expected to see the face of q
gnome appear, as guardian of unsuspected
treasures within.
no was ureaofully romantic, this youn Eng
lshman, but in a subdued quiet way that sell
dom showed itself in words, and was specially
repealed by the gushing style too much followed
Just then by some of his fair countrywomen.
The door was opened and shut, and, except
through his notice of the number over it, 25
his relation with the beautiful stranger was
cut off.
He thought of it day after day, got direct
CRY. and found cut that in the house No. IS
there lived three families of the names of
Zimmerman, Krummacher, and Lowenberg.
The OCCUPATIONS of the heads of the families
were given thus money-lender," banking
clerk, !" and lace-merohant" respectively; no
clue, Whatsoever. of course; and, unless in
could not think of entering the house. Still,
the face he had seen yelled under the prosaic |
tent of wet umbrella kept between him and !
his thoughts, and would not be driven away. |
Then, too, what business was 1t of his to go |
and throw himself in the way of a girl who |
most likely was JewessR Yet reason as he |
might, the mysterious face rouId visit him. and |
it seemed to him as the face of an angel. Very
often he passed the house, and once or twice
even made a pretence of sketching it but he
never never saw the figure again. Once u young
face looked out over the flowers in the window
Of the ground floor room a merry face fnll of