The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-11-14

of unworthiness on the part OF him who wore !
generations of poor. not wealthy men. OF the
fatality which made OF me what you see me
now, win simply state facts too glaring to
George Ashe. My father died when ! was !
young, leaving to me the care OF 0 widowed
mother and q young sister. was determined
to fulfil my trust to the letter, and commenced
life with as honest a purpose Of integrity ana
nntiring industry as ever dwelt In the heart OF
mAu. I obtained q secopd-class situation IN
head book-keeper for many years. nay eaiary
was moderate, but sufficient for us to hvS on
in the uppretending style to which We mao
and hope pointed to promotion, and even more
than promotion in the future On account OF
my fathers former position IN the house, was
yery much trusted, and held in high favor by |
my employers; this was the ultimate cause OF
nv ruin, for the web woven to destroy my good |
name was the result Of envy on the part OF my
fellow employees. The case, briefly stated, |
| was this: had charge of the most important
correspondence of the house, and often was
intrusted with drafts and money orders to
| large amount. In this way it happened, that
| check for 81 900 lay upon my desk one day, TO
| be drawn at the bank for necessary Enclosures
With q carelessness which was my only cuiPa-
| BILE part in the whole affair left the office for
| q few moments, as thought, but was detained
| longer than l expected. When came back IL
was gone! ], of course, immediately sent
| message to the bank to stop payment, which
| should have been sufficient to prove my nom
| esty, and at the same time told my employers
of the loss. But had forfeited my status;
| from that time ! was treated as person with
| whom it was considered well TO be careful
The check was never found, and worked on.
conscious of the fact that, unless the real TIMER
| was detected, / was under suspicion. so,
| when on another occasion, went to the post
Office and brought up the days mail, and in
registered letter which avowed an enclosure OF
500, no money was found, was openly &C.
cused of having distracted it. Mark me. sir,
such is the injustice of human judgment; had
served this firm faithfully had not trans rams
aud yet that breath of suspicion fastened this
crime upon me! avowed my Innocence, re-
quested q search of my effects, both at home
aud at the office, to be made, and imagine, II
you can, my utter horror, my woful consterna-
tion! The money was found in my desk, the
numbers of the notes identified by the sender,
and consigned to prison, there to ind the
! blight to o life that might have been some
"0h! what woful mistake, my friend H'
spoke gently now the venerable listener, whose
listening had been of the earnest and plying
: kind, that attracts confidence more than any
! words "no blight should have been the re-
suit Of this injustice, but q noble rising 9oove
it's whitening powers, to prove by the future
. that the past was liew :.
d $50 might have thought. cir, II my en-;
+ ployers had been of your way of thinking-ii
i any one had. But the whole world OF friends
- and acquaintances turned against me; my
u mother believed in my. guilt, my pure anc
fit to be her brother. In my bitter anguish
; the thought rose up in my mind, that to ot
| virtuous OF to be honorable was farce in thl!
g life; that the reputation which the breath
., could destroy, was not q thing to take an!
g trouble about; and that he who trusted II
st principle to bring hin through life was . 1901
D. since who had never offended against 1t, wa
1 now O convict with forever disgraced name
70 and some enemy of mine, who had committed
q foul and ingeniously planned crime, was en-
re Toying honor and position. And on this
,e acted. Whon1 left the prison. found tina
ly my mother was dead, had, died of grief, still
believing in my guilt. idolized my mother
ne sir once, and this was horrible! The prlnclpa
rs of the irm in whose employ had been, wa
or one of your stern religious fanatics, who nav
49, no course for error but unrelenting severity
and no belief in human nature at ALL ONT
ge regard for my fathers services he had provide
for my mother till her death, and on the a
d !; of my release, he wrote me letter lntormln
Ter me that she was no MORE and he bad place
ey my sister where she would be brought q
ay virtuously,' but deemed it necessary TO ths
nd end, that she should be forever severed fro
em me- SO turned my back upon virtue whlc
despised me, and the world which received N
to and 1 became the associate of thieves, who
err acquaintance had formed in prison, and VT
. offered me a competence in their den. Inere
DIS met Giuseppe AVilo, brought to this depth I
IN that which can drag man to any depth, drin
ak For the miserable living he made, be gamol,
III, and l fulfilled the worlds assertion OF un
he becoming thief, the principle ha'
Tor named" .
BILE There, sir, commenced your wrong! crit
oV- the old in the stirring tone ns~d on
me before Not what YOU are in the SIGHT
men, bnt what you are in the eight 81 Go
an, that you really are, no more, no less! nilo
ing this noble truth, yo7 might have died in
our prison cell {; felon might have been WRIT
ice ON your despised tomb; and to the mind
me Him who Knows all things, whose Judgment
the without Il Iw and whose estimate, q Gods sc
be- teuce on your life, you might have been
Try, martyr, sir, of the highest type"
ing The prisoners eyes looked upwards, t
q is crime stained bands folded themselves
are little child's are folded in prayer. I
let great God!' he said, soemnly, let these mol
words be the guide of my broken life in
tile time to GOMEZ
had Then there was silence, and in that siler
ant died the prisoners past, and was born
, is strange, thrice. blessed future, martyrs l
any and o martyrs grave.
in "
lity
ow, 1t was late whom the portly figure ag'
trod it's way through the paradisiacal sire
in and fairies of all sizes and all styles of beau
soft and array ed in all imaginable costumes of {
ded and make, most faultess, thronged its pa
ments, to whom he gave passing pats
ntle bright heads, and passing pulls of silt
ome curls and passing whispers of love from