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

Of the clothes my mother washed for ladies.
worked with Eavellings from another bit Of
rag, which twisted together instead Of cot
ton; but it was NOT embroidery, though it was
aoWsrs done In way Of my own, and though
it looked very nice, my object was not attained
whom 1t failed in being Of the Kind initiated.
What 10 this for !" said he, in gentle tone
I already liked to hear ''tell me all about it,"
81 wanted TO embroideF, sir" answered ;
and that 10 the way I tried.n
And why did yoa want to embroideri to
pass away the heavy timer
mo; mother told me people paid very high
for real embroidery, and I know, if knew
how, 1t would take me long time to do even
small piece of 1t, for cannot hold up my
hands many minutes. But even if it took
years, wanted to do it, to get her thing she
longs for"-I stopped I could not tell him
then.
Scan you not tell me 2" he asked very gently.
"No, sir; please don't ask"
"Now, how long we're you doing this" then
said he.
NEARLY six month";"
He laid it on the palm of his hand, viewing
it all over.
at is beautiful, exquisite, this flower made
VA ~ PotAOutly duu
When it is finished-I see it is not quite finish
ed-let me know. I will find buyer"
"Not for this gag, sir. It must be done on
fine muslin, with real cotton, to be soldp
"No; that-just as it is" He laid it down
like something very valuable, but thought if
he had been Q lady instead of gentleman, he
would not have admired it So.
"Why did it take you so 1ongn
AZ can only hold it up such little while,
and then I often have to rip it, from putting
the needle in the wrong place, and then these
threads break SO often, and it takes me 80 long
to thread the needle"
"Great heavens! So much for so little, and
I"-he stopped as once before.
at is not little, sir, what want to do by
it," said then "and if ever do it"
"You shall do it," he broke out "only finish
that little miraculous flower made SO perfectly
ont of such materials. And this is all your re-
creation 2"
turned my eyes to the window. An old
pitcher stood there, with bunch of green
growing in it. my pet and my pride.
az watch that" said 1 /; sit win have flowers
some day"
He went over and examined it,
"Queer! A potato plant !" Now he laughed.
So did L.
"Where did you get iti'
A little child in the court below brought it
to me. She had planted it herself am very
fond of it, sir-next to my mother, think
am fond of it. The leaves are 80 perfect and
SO beautiful to me, 1 could examine them all
day, and never think had then seen half how
wonderful they are"
"And thenf"
"Well, of course thinking who made them
so has to come next, and feel myself bowling
down before Him 1 cannot help It,"
"Well"
'T cannot just put it into words," said /, "but
after that bowling down, feel myself raised.
Indeed, feel as 1 were not cripple at ALL"
"And you are not" said he, in g hushed way;
'you are n princess ignobly chained here, and
through this" touching lightly the poor, com.
mon plant, "you have been enchanted into see-
ing glimpse Of your country, go your royalty
rises up and makes You cease for awhile to feel
your chains"
Then he looked at the plant with eyes full
Of feeling, and know, if they had not been
those of . man, they would have melted to
tears, bat, though he did not let that happen,
felt they were ready to come. Aud q moment
after heard them in his voice, IS he turned
to 60.
May come back =" said he to my mother;
sit is indeed good for me to be here"
You may, sir; and thank you"
After that, he became to me- Eugene, my
friend, and he said 1 saved him, but just then
would not tell how. know he was dearer to
me than any one on earth except my mother,
and his coming was happiness and sunlight to
me. He taught me to read, and by that created
new world for me. He fixed from the ceiling
support for my book, 80 that need not tire
my arms holding it. He showed me how to
write really, and I created world for myself
by that quite as wonderful as the one found
in reading. or course all this happened by
degrees, and if told it as slowly as it hap
pened, and all lite beautiful and cherished
Incidents, it would take volume, not in place
just here. Bot from what have told, think
you will understand what Eugene became to
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