The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-09-05

any one, troubling Elhf~cF 6cfseIf a6oHs me kt
all, would have materially asked them, and that |
is the reason they were alike. I told her all
about myself, and she listened in pity quite as !
deep as his, though there was not such tragedy |
in her way OF showing 1t ss in his. His pity |
was q storm, but hers was sunshine. Yet both
were equally dear to me.
Nov.s she said, when got to the end, 81
am to get the second howerfn
"Iudeed you shall"
.sBut would like It to be of ravellings, not
real cotton
1T wilanot be half so NICE"
cob yea it will. Would your friend let me
see the other ~ %
81 know he weald. will asNhim."
TASK him then, and viii come back in
day or two. think know now all that would
be nfee for you"
Istruggled to speak my thanks, but as you
must have seen long ago, was often the case
With me, could ind no voice. She said gently
then:
81 know what you want TO say. II you could
understand how happy it would make me to
know that had at all ightened your cross,
you would consider tho obligation all on my
side, not yours. Mine IL . lonely life, and
money cannot buy for me-love," o great deal
Of sorrow dwelt in the tone that said these
last words; "indeed, dear little wondering
prisoner, it often shuts 1t ont from MS who live
in the great world"
wondered greatly at this, aud determined
to ask Eugene what it meant, for generally
brought my riddles to him TO be solved. did
NOT get time to say 90, for my dear mother en-
tered. very pale and very tired.
smother r cried.
."Ahi how envy You" said Ethel Edmond,
olasping her hands; how / envy you, poor
GsrtieT
Ny mother eagerly laid her hand on her
sleeve, looked mp with eyes full of unnatural
brightness into her face, looked wistfully and
half joyfully, said in tone like the last breath
Of one fainting to death,
| "Wby-why did you say thstr Il
"Because she has you-her mother N
"Ohw That was like wall of o heart that
bled, yet triumphed, chat CRY, with which my
mother fell forward on the beautiful strangers
breast. She gently laid the poor head thus pill
lowed back on one arm, and looked pityingly
into the still face. saw how still it was, and
Q terrible fright seized me. But she answered
it.
"Do not be frightened" she said, in quiet,
reassurng tone; "it is only faint" >
But it seemed to me fearful thing, that
white, motionless semblance Of what imag-
ined death to be. could not bear to look on
it, and my heart beat SO that could scarcely
breathe. She laid her down, and out Of 3 bas.
, ket which her goodman had placed just inside
the door when she first came in, she took some
wine, which she held to her lips, as soon as my
. dear mother unclosed her eyes. When she had
- intn f0l 1a
cheeks, and she soon said she was better.
!. Ethel Esmond remained with her swhil
: longer, during which she sat beside her, talk
I ing to her kindly, and now and then givinl
!. her some wiue But !, Watching keenly, for
!, was frightened about her, noticed that sh
70 never once looked into the lovely face bendin
il over her, never once. Little Nora had bee
I very quiet all this time indeed, she was ne
IT turally child who did not talk, unless unde
IA great excitement. Now when she found he
IA friend engaged with my mother, she crept u
Il to me and said:
"a "I brought flower out of the glass garde
re for you, Gertie."
RI "Did you, dear - said where is itT
.. EN- go get it. The lady let me take wha
n ever liked for you, and picked it. Wait"
waited. She ran out of the room and r
10 turned with majestic white lily In full bloor
r. She put it on the window-sill nearest me, ar
er patting the queenly flower with her tiny han
d. said she, in perfect good faith:
II "TheEe, wait with Gertie, for God to come
in and as q smile of exquisite childish love f
me parted her lips, she added, then she'll
just as white as you, and as glad, and stand !
nd too"
al "For she shall put on immortality" 50
70 my mothers voice, solemn and low, VIII
I God will come. Poor ohildi if the coming W
nearp
Then che sat up, with quiet determinat
n on her face. and forcing her poor lips to smi
nv said she:
lat "My weakness goes at the thought of he
she needs me. I will be better now, miss, 81
nd 1 thank You for your kindness to her and mi
TO care you quite sure" asked Ethel Esmor
1 "that you need me no longer. 1 can stay wi