The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-07-25

50. IL vas not said in long paragraphs, with
flowing periods; for Rose was too eonseien-
tioas to desain Mr.. IruiDg . moment longer
| than reedf1L
Bot / am afraid Rose had TO make another
act of eontrition that night; for when VIII
| brought her the money for the Howers-the
garden was her own-she would not take il,
bot told him 20 divide il among the children,
himself of course, Included. Dick thought it
very generous of her; but 1 have my own
opinion about that Too soon for all the last
| good nights were said, and Dick knew be
had spent on. his last evening in Carlton for
who could tell how longf Yet his dreams
were not sad. If be did not actually believe
| he was riding on splendid great horse, by the
side of fair damsel . " hite pony, down
the shadowy lane. into the broad road of the
failure that be had given Carl a home for life
and . load of toys to the children, with, per-
haps uplifting of his heart, and readiness
to bear whatever life should bring him worthy
of . faithful Christian, think it was some
| thing every like it"
The next morning there was q hurried break
fast, after which they all went to the little
yellow station house to see him OF, and waved
their bats and handkerchiefs until the train
had returned in a rambling procession home,
each with some remembrance of him TO tell the
other, while he was in the city at work once
more, but as q different I lex Heremore frou
the one one who had said god-by, not without
emotion, to his slovenly landlady.
CHAPTER v.
When Christmas came around again, and
made the first break in the routine of bis life
after his ever memorable visit to the country.
Dick, now no longer q follower at a distance
of that Sunday morning crowd, but devout
and weIl-instructed Catholic, to whom ali the
glory and grandeur of the Christmas lights
and flowers, the music and the bells, were NO
longer mysteries after hearing the grand high
msss-not the only one he had heard that day
turned down Fourteenth street according to
the custom of many years, in order that he
might psss the Brandor's house, which had
ever held charm for him, since on its broad
steps be had first seen the beauty and lowell
ness of charity. But he was not thinks just
tken o: Miss Brandon, nor of his new boy days,
nor yet of the fastapproschiDg hour when he
should present himself at Carl Stoff,' table,
in quarter of the city very different from
this, where he was to eat his piece of Christmas
turkey. His thoughts, am afraid, will seem
wild ones: but he was young, it was Christ
mas-day, he had just come from that glorious
mass, and the world seemed small and easy
TO conquer to one one who had heard the "glad
tidings so that he may be forgiven for dream
| Ing in a less prosaic and unscriptural manner
| than eau tell You, of time when he would
! eaS his Christmas dinneE neither at q boarding
! house nor at another mans board, but would
carve his own Christmas turkey at his own
table. Of whatever he was thinking, he did
not fail to notice the bouse, and to glance up
ward when he came to the stoop where he
was it really he, that rough, shaggy, ragged
little newsboy, ignorant and dirty where be
had, for the first time in his hard young life,
heard q voice address him kindly and his
glance changed TO a steady gaze of surprise
when his eye caught name on the door-plste
that was nst Brandon. He looked at the
number-:hat was all right, but the old name
was gone. He was perplexed. and walked alb
sently backward and forward for several
moments.
Then Mr. Stoffs was right he said, " al d
he (mesning Mr.. Braudon) has had to come
down q peg OF two, or be would not have given
mp his house at this season. / wonder where
they have gone now"
! He remembered, at this moment. that none
of the family had been at Ames s. Harden's
during the whole fall, and that he had not seen
Miss Brandon since she and Mr.. Irving lad
| ridden down the lane for the flowers that Rose
had forgotten to have ready at the usual hour
1t SO happened that, remembering the neglect.
ed flowers, why they had been forgotten, and
how the negligence had been repaired, Dick's
thoughts strayed from the graceful figure ot
the beautiful lady, who had seemed to him
more magnificent and gentle than vision
and turned to another figure, not tall mol
stately-to another face, not grand nor grs
cionsly sweet.
Bot when he met Mr. and Mrs. Stoffs, almost
the first words he ssid were, " went by tn,
house on Fourteenth street to- day, and Mr
Brandon's name was of the door. had moi
heard of their going away"
"It's long ago, though" said Mr.. Stsfs.
els it any difficulty made them leave thei