The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-02-14

Six years had passed since the occurrence of
the sorrowful events We have related. 10
nj AXE the remembrance of them still more sor-
rowful, the unhappy Marcia, who witnessed
from her hiding place the insult to her father,
the terrible vengeance taken by her brother'
and the fight of the latter, had gone mad
No tidings of Ventura had ever been re-
ceived, and all believed that he was dead
Not withstanding, in their tenderness for Elvira
and their friendship for Pedro, the others
spoke to them in the words of a hope which
did not exist in their own hearts.
Time the great dissolvent, in which joys and
| griefs alike are lost-as in water disappear
both the sugar and the salt-had made these
memories, if not less bitter, at least more en-
durable. Only from Pedro's lips, instead OF
his lively songs and habitual jokes was often
heard, " My poor son my poor daughter
Elvra, alone, excepted from this in
fuence of time. She wasting in silence,
like those light clouds in the sky, which, in
.tead of falling to the earth in noisy torrents,
rise softly and gradually until they are lost
from sight. She never complained, nor did
the name of Ventura, of him upon whom she
had looked as the companion the church would
give her, pass her lips.
i ga worm is knawing at her heart" said
Anna to her son the rest do not see it, but
it is not hidden from me-"
"But, mother" be answered, "where do you
see it 7 She complains perhaps'"
ono, my son, but, Perico, mother
hears the voice of the dumb daughter" replied
Anna with sadness.
Rita and Perico were happy, because Perico
with his loving heart, his sweet temper, and
his concilatory character, made the happiness
of both. year after their marriage, Rita had
given birth to twins. On tEat occasion she
, was at deaths door, and owed her life to the
tender care of her husband and his family.
She remained for a long time feeble and ailinS.
but at the moment in which we take up the
, thread of our story, she was entirely restored
- and the roses of youth and health bloomed
more brightly than ever upon her countenance
i When they were reunited that evening
, Maria exclaimed blessed mother, what {
fearful storm we had last night l was 81
# frightened that my very bed shook with me
~ | recalled all my sins and confessed them t.
Cod / PRAYED 80 much that think l mus
10 have awakened all the saints: and praye
loud, for l have always heard say that tn
j. lightning loses its power from where the voic
RI of praying reaches. To the Moors! To tn
I'd Moors! said to the TEMPEST, go to the Moors
to that they may be converted and tremble at th
q. wrath of God Not until day break, when
tb saw the rainbow, W as consoled; for it is tn
i'll sign God gives to man that he will not punis
,s the world with another flood. Why do me
rv not fear when they see these warnings
God -
ra "And why would you have them trembl
h. mother, for a thing which is natural" sal
an Rita
= Natural !" retorted Maria. /" Perhaps yc
~ will also tell me that pestilence aud war a
-, natural Do you know what lightning is F.
-, heard a farmer say that it is fragment
the air set on fire by the wrath of God. Al
where does not the air eDteri And where
the place the wrath of God does not reacl
And the thuuder-the thu nder, said certa
? ), preacher, is the voice of God in his magni
-. cence; and that God is to be feared above
q, when it tbunders.'
"The rain has been welcome, Mamma Mari
a. for the ground is thirsty" said Perco.
M "The ground is always thirsty" observ
Rita, as thirsty sot."
~, Father" said Angela, "hear what 1 81
49, to day when I saw the pewets running to
,i,, pools" and the little gil began to sing
mo- open yonr windows, God of Christians!
"S' Let the down.
From til OF the little tow
the Riding hoI se OF snowy Wilderness
,o. Over the fe DIS 80 brown,
pun Lighting all The fields with the brightness
its OF the glory which shines al oupd.
ling Hir fom the biz church let ali the bells rir
the ADol mot wishing to l.t his slater who
If q tbs h,i,,btar of III. two gain the nalm-
age stantly said: =" And /, father, sung:
oug Rain, my God
l ask ii from my heart,
Have pity me.
For I am little, and ask for bread
Enough, enough" cried Rita, "you are
inter- noisy as two cicadas, and more tiresome t
ice. frogs"
heir "May we play game, mother 7" said
ance boy.
"Play with the cats tall" responded r