The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-11-14

the city, some board of something. or some
society for something that can make him do
"Of course. my DEAR" said Miss Garlic. with 7
inlmitable sw eetness; "it's the Society for the
Prevention of Cruelty to Animals" s..
"Well," pouted Mrs. Lily, 'the children amt
animals, but it's authority must be called in
"And till she's removed, they mustn't be let I
out, and nursery windows must be KEEP
closed decided Mrs. Rose.
"Dear me p cried Mrs. Tulip, II don't know
what I'm to do with my noisy crowd this live
long day The only peace haveis when they're
land 1 wanted to go shopping, but never
could with this on my mind" moaned Mrs
'And /, to have my new silk fitted" walled
Mrs. earn alton, "but can't now'
"And just to think; that beggar must have
had the fever in her veins as she walked over |
these very pavements yesterday, where our |
Door darlings were let ont to play not long |
afterwards! !" added Mrs. Larkspur, in voice |
| like dirge.
| sanitary measures were proposed, and the talk |
| had become of an absorbing nature, when Miss
| Garlic appeared in full view coming from the
] direction of Mr.. Vinton's cottage.
| "Sly, old thing! Went out the back way to
| collect materials for gossip! People with no
| children have nothing else to fill their selfish
the maternal intellects then and there assem-
bled, expressed with overpowering CHATTER
| of tongues; for, though unanimity OF sentl-
mept prevailed, every tongue formed it's own
way of expressing said sentiment, and chaos OF
sound ensued. But every eye fixed itself
steadily on the advancing figaro, and the null
tiIudinous gaze was encountered with an ex-
preston of gusto not to be mistaken, by the
dual-looking power of the green-gray orbs OF
Miss Garlic.
sheer beyond their brain power to detect,
"that it might be we'll to ask our neighbors il
any assistance was needed, such as Christian
woman might offer to q stricken being OF any
kind. l bring you news that will/reassure
you"
81 may" said the sharp voice softenipg per.
: ceptiby. "she lies there like to die. Bot all
t your cherished darlings might stand close to
! that>sick bed, where love has set its watch,
/. and no breath of contagion would touch their
dainty frames. The sfever is that of brain
y too much tried, not of foul blood, or miasmatio
= influence"
1 '.Thank goodness was the cry of relieffrom
the pretty crowd.
"God, you meant" sternly put in their in
+ formant.
ooh! yes" Mrs. Lily simpered for the rest.
u "And," shot like bombshell from the spin
n ster's lips, as she disappeared within her own
r gateway, 1.-THE sick child is Mr.. Vinton' own
u Granddaughter, and heiress to the fabulous
!, estate of Mstthew Mester, of Bank Street fame
,, for he and Mr.. Vnton turn out to be one and
n the same person. If contagion did Turk in the
q air, it would have been quite as respectable as
10 the measles to which you 80 kindly took last
10 fall"
j, The door clapped to, Miss Garlic disappeared
It Silence, crestfallen and uncomfortable, reigned
l. supreme. Matthew Mester, the eccentric
e banker, who owned every inch of ground on
who held the whole of 'change in the hollow
IL of his gold lined hand! Matthew Mester, il
er whose absolute gift lay the position of every
lord of every blooming queen there present
10 Matthew Mester, the eccentric, the generous
~ the wealthy beyond all calculation of ordinary
~ mind. puff of whose breath could blow awsJ
or half the business houses in town Matthew
Mester, whom no one knew, whom no one had
ne ever seen, and yet whose wonderful work IL
p financial circles proved his actual existence t.
at be no myth And oh, how he used to pet nj
Lillakin! Aud what he might bave done fo
he my Rosanina! And such favorite of hi
as was my Tulip eta And how often no
q! his eye, aud wished ne was n ale Q
gold for her sake; and here. alas! he is Hoy
ad could have won his everlasting good will, i
m had done like Mrs. Mignonette, sly littl
,e. thing! Your apparent ninnies are al avs sly
of And that old Miss Garlic! What fine slic
she'll come in for. He need never know abou
lat our talk, only know she'll tell. Of cours
? she will Matthew Mester Well, it's wort
his trying any way.
Above have feebly endeavored to reproduc
,he some of the small rivulets of thought, ths
IDS united to form a mighty and altogether u
manageable torrent, which spent itself o
she these defenceless feminine minds during tt
silence which. now reigued supreme Woul
you believe it For weeks to come. offers
the nurses of sitters- at-night, of gifts of win
the jelly, of flowers, of fabulously costly fruits,
the domestic" wines, reduced the cottage of I'll
ne, disguised Mester to a state of siege. Alb theI
tile was no need, use for them!
on An awful stiffness regued over the smiliD
spot, " here the little street Arab lay hangiu
oor bet ween life and death. The one boon aske
of the dwellers on the paradisiacal street WI
ar, silence, and many and many day the daint
rye darlipgs were borne to distant parks over i
recovered way, to fud vent for the sounds
merriment which might not be allowed
penetrate through the sacred hush of th
to death. Swallowed chamber. Closed were til
ge -; white curtained nursery windows not fro
and contagious entrance, but that childhoods lii
d. might not aid the work of childhood's threate
ing death. So it came, by degrees, that hut
lrs grew upon the place, settled, dwelt Their
can Prepared it for that which was to sta
ity, through lines of their dainty darliugs radial
yer, with life and health. Foreshadowed tt
spectacle of threshold sadly garnished
mists of white Grape flinging it's woful banne
ach to the lovely air of summer mornin
her, Prophesied the gliding OF a silent burden ov
llti. that darkened threshold; a burden, howt
ex- yelled and velvet-bound burden where
rom peace was the accompaniment, and grief t
T as keepsake left behind