The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1875-10-10
sscolng Star and Catholic Messenger
INV oRIEA ANS, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 10, is76.

sscolng Star and Catholic messenger,
MKw ORLEANS. SUNDAY, OCTOBER 10 1878.
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Constance, have you no love for me in n, this
hour, no thought of my pain al your loss
The girls heart smote her. In truth she had
not counted that cost to her whose conduct sne
arraigned. She went over and knelt, as child
req kneel to pray at the mothers knee
'Yes, mother you will miss me- and IL do
indeed love you through ALL"
For that love, dear, stay with me then-a
mothers right is first"
mo, mother you would have given me to
to Bruce, and l would have gone away to
Europe, and for years you wouid have done
without me. Now duty takes me, You can do
without me all the same. l love you AL IL the
more, since, by whatever of sacrifice Is IN my
act, repair your wrong"
"Go then" the bitter answer, bitterly
spoken "you will repent These things sound
very beautiful in theory; in practice they
prove a disagreeable mistake When you find
your mistake it will be too late, for Will have
done with you forever. Reflect, therefore, be-
fore you act on your present mood. II you
leave me now there is no return"
For answer she only held out her face for o
kiss, as she had often done when q little chlld.
But the mother, angered and outraged, accord
ing to her view, turned away and left the
room.
So thus took place another farewell, of which
society knew nothing, though above ana pc
yond which something wrong" loomed with
in it's immaculate and offended vision.
"MY CH1LD-You have always believed me
to be dead but J. Justin Maxwell, am yonr
father. Your mother was unjustly divorced
from me when you were mere infant, and you,
brought up to believe that the man she
married held that relation to You, for, quite
As unjustly, the law compelled me to relingulsh
have led a lonely and blghted life, but al,
ways held in my heart the resolution OF striv-
ing to rescue you from the atmosphere in
which you were brought up should God spare
me till you would be of age to judge for your
SELF That time has now arrived, but cannot
come to you-half this poor body of mine Is
helpless with rheumatism and You must come
to me. At least let me see you let me speak,
as q father alone can speak, of the evils of the
circle of which, understand. you are the
queen, and into which you are about to marry.
"Your father, JUSTIN MAXWELL"
This was the note. the reception of which
changed the whole current of Constance Max
wells life. Placing it before her mother she
Mother, is this truef"
"Yes," was the scornful reply, for Mrs.
Houghton Was one Of your types Of the com So ny
and could not be taken by surprise all but
the unjust part would haze told you some
time. We were divorced for ineompS"Dinty'
perfectly legal, am sure! There is nothing,
therefore, for you to be ashamed of, child.
Don't mind him. He cannot claim you, and
only wants you to nurse him through his
rheumatism."
What was the inoompaibilty I"
The girl asked it slowly and calmly, IN
voice that seemed like the echo of despair.
"Oh! l don't know Everything We could
not possibly think alike on any subject, for he
wes Catholic, and a-well, nothing You
know have o religion of my own-a broad
and comprehensive creed, not trammelIed by
churches. Then / was very much admired,
and he was not satisfied, after our marriage
that should go so much in geutlemens socie
ty. Besides, ihe did not like me to attend our
suffrage meetings, or even our literary soroses
and really / grew sick of his eterp al cant about
the domestic sphere and the true dignity o
woman as wife and mother AND the power she
owns in 'her modesty which withdIaws he
about It, dear--just burn that note. Luc,a
foundai,un-erShat-Eo will wear to the op@E
this evening, which decision is On l~a'n NOR
consequences. Go and tell her"
1Mother!p This was cry of agony.
"Nonsense, child, that is hystericaii,. apH T,n n
sensible woman T0Td S.xe about ali he h
to recommend him is his talent, assure 10 o
He writes beautifully, no doubt OF thaI. o'
wrong theories-Catholic, of course. lie
poor, but he might be worth a fortune, II
had only given them up, ana tahen AK rDat UutS /,
hand. So you see how foolish he must
Even that note to you shows the visionary
his nature. To suppose, for an instant, "
would take such u romantic and foolhaF'
stepl Nonsense! Sheer dreaming .;
"Oh! mother l-l-must 60" and passl
of tears relieved the heart, that, all untrue
knew no way of coping with this sorrow
"Real Mysteries now! Constance
ashamed OF you. Here, take some brand
Dear! dear" -, ;.o
Out of u ruby Bohemian flask and INTO
rare crystal glass, she poured the hq9ioI al a.;
too often the progenitor of the spirit OF th'
Wopderful women who hold meetings to 81
vert the laws of Almighty God, aud set up
improyement on them.
The eiIl took it out of her hand, held it O.
the marble hearth, and dropped it with it's .
6er contents there, shivering it into geml
.oh mother!' she cried, her nervous ag'
tion intensifying the poetry of that nature
herited from her father, thus perish my
4 ny
the future The fragments are shining "
beautiful memories, but they are only II
ments No more can they be put toget
again than these glistening thlnSs-heNe
Now the "woman of the period
amazed; now she began to descend from
pedestal of supreme ind ference to that M
and its writer. For Catholics are such Wis
really displayed more Inherent resemOI az c.
her father than to any one and really she
iS aarnest NOW. Il was irving. After al