The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-08-29
FIAT JUsTITIA.

It was recounted In SO many different ways,
aud they were all such poor ones, and 1t was,
story of tender and simple truth Of soul, that
would like to tell it here "as twas told to me-"
For instance, the world, of which do not
know much, for have been q cripple all my
life, chained to one little spot in it, told it in
this wise: Ethel Esmond is not worth cent
now! Just think" And the truth was jast the
opposite, for she was indor' worth more than
all the worlds wealth con- .epresent.
Then the, newspapers told 1t in this wise:
Miss E. E., q beauty and heiress Of this city,
has suddenly, and without obvious reasons,
left her home. No one knows where she is
gone, but doubtless Time, the great solver Of
all such problems, will unravel the mystery.
The unfortunate. young lady has no near rela-
tive"
Now the truth was exactly the opposite of
this too She not only had "reesons," bot
reasons lofty beyond all words, and, instead of
being unfortunate" she was amongst the
most fortunate of the earth, viz, those who
keep their souls beyond Its power.
The most matter of-faot people told it in this
wise,-the sort of people who neither add to
nor diminish story, and to whom, personally,
the story is nothing: "Ethel Edmond, old
Henry Esmond's heiress, has disappeared, and
left her house and money to stranger. The
will was all right, and could not be broken.
Very queer, but matter what the cause,
she'll be sorry, for it's plain she needn't have
done it'll"
She need not, indeed. There comes in how
Il 1e- kold 20 I'D xuhn all knows
she need not, and she will never be sorry"
There were many other versions of 1t, fol
everybody where it occurred knew Ethel Is
mond, and everybody talked about 1t, but these
will serve to show you what mean by saying
all their wsys of telling 1t were so poor. This
you will see even better, when have shown
you how "'twas told to me-" And to do this
properly, must begin with the frst time
ever saw her, or rather q little while before
that. You must remember, do not, 90 I said
before, know much of the world, 90 can only
speak of it very simply. But love the words
in which tell it. Simple though they have ia
be, they are the truth, so very proud and 90
beautiful, think it needs NO srtiAce Of Ian
goage to make it more 90. put theEe, hoping
that from my little prisoned spot, my voice In
it may have the power to turn some heart
young and untried, heaven wards, seeing how
the constant looking there can make us 81
perior to everything, even the loftiest here.
Now this is the story, d" as twas told to me-
| II.
It was one of those fair days in spring, when
1 am told-though havesnever seen it myself
the earth seems like Eden; when infant
buds begin to unfold, and balm and warmth
| g. "a hno he vdo
singing their little love-sonRS, and the forms
Of children are seen bounding and dancing
before you wherever You go. In that spot
often described to me eloqueptiy by dear
friend, and called the Park by our citizens, and
which have dreamed about, and l0nged to
look upon, Till can almost say I know It quite
as we'll as those who have done 90, all theSC
signs of spring were very plain. And IL sP
pears everybody turned out to do honor tc
ISs5a. The Park could not have been moro
1 cr1E S7ded than it was that day Of which speak
when the earth wore the likeness of'HeaveE
for the lookerson. They ssid-thOOe two whS
used TO tell me all about outside things 20
course mean things outside my little Prisone<
upot), my mother and Eugene, my friend-ths!
said that the beautiful ladies, and handsom'
men paying court to them, walked, and rode
and eat ia this place, and children, grScefu
and lovely Is pictures, played under the trees
have often sbut my eyes and Thought Sav
them, and, chained down inexorably 20 my be-
OF pain, imagined what happiness muSt b
theirs who need never long In vain to be or
? "a the sunshine. supposed they never EOul
feel weary Of IiEe or impatient, or .osth
smile an6 speak, every one Of Wb!ch feeling
were 80 often mine They SAID, too, that th
poor were in this spot, enjoying the light an