The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-01-31
NEW ORLEANS SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 81, 1875. 8
ward to meet her, and in another instant my
Madonna was whirling through the giddy

ward to meet her, and in another instant my
Madonna was whirling through the giddy
| maze.
"Pshswp I calculated half aloud, disap-
pointed to find my intuitiveness at fault, and
| turned as did SO to encounter an old friend,
not seen for some time, who entered from the
conservatory in company with lady.
Surprise aud pleasure cansed us momentarily
to forget politeness, 80 that several sentences
were interchanged before Armitage recollected
himself, and said, "Allow me, Helen. lily
| friend, Mr.. Moray, Misc Foster" I muttered
something-the young lady bowed; that was
| all. The couple passed on; and am bonnd to
confess that / did not notice the color of the
lsdy's eyes or hair, and never once thought of
her expression, Psychologist as was.
I recognized no kinship of feeling or sym
pathy as We stood within the circle of each
others magnetism and yet my "destiny" had
come to me, and the soul within me, that was
to have risen and grown conscious at the ap-
proach, stood mute and made no sign.
After that, Fred Armitage called at my rooms
several times, and succeeded in winning mo
away from my exclusiveness, in SO much that
promised to be at his disposal for Kew Years
day, on condition that Ills visits of oongratuis-
ton would be few and well chosen. he
laughed at my conceit, as he was pleased 10
call 1t. "I don't fancy everybody any more
than you do, Ed" hesaid "but one must make
allowances and be soeiabie with the world.
There's difference between friends AND
acquaintance. One need not have the former
II one doesn't yish; but the latter are india
pensable, unls6s You give up the amenities Of
Civillzationl4t ouce.' After which remark We
sailed forth.
Toward evening, and when had vowed for
the fourth time that each successive call
would be my last, Fred paused before q hand
some house on Fifth Avenue.
al am not going in" said, almost savagely,
as he announced his intention of entering.
"ouly here" he answered, "and promise
I'll 60 homo with you. must call. should
have made this one fret; but wanted to save
the best morsel for tire last. Come Helen
would never forgive me If | neglected her to-
day"
And what claim has the young girl on your
time and affections :" asked, somewhat more
quietly than before, lyon are not in love, or
engaged, or anything OF that kind ="
M I'm NJ ra0trs; it is my cousin, Helen
Foster. introduced you ct Mrs. Parry's."
had not time to say more; for the door
opened at this iuncture, and we were ushered
into large and elegantly furnished parlor,
where sat two ladies-one old, and very charm. |
Ing in her old age; the other young and beam |
tiful. hot lovely; there was nothing airy or
fragile abeut her; but radiant, with fresh, |
bright color in her cheeks that made one /
think Of long walks taken on wintry morn /
lngss with large brown eyes, which, while |
they did not fall or feaE a. they looked 1
INTO yours, yet had @ shade Of reticence, al
most bashfulness, in their untroubled depths
With wealth Of ripping hair, golden brown, /
browning the well-poised head and defining |
he delicate ear; with hand that felt warm,
oft and friendly, a. mine closed over IL.
I'VE have met before, believe" she sald, 90
Armitsge repeated my name; then, farming to
he other lady, "Mr. Moray, grandmAmms, o
riend Of Fred's." And the dear little figure
n tho armchair rose and greeted mo most
indy.
"Has there been no one here to-day, Helen ~
sked Fred; "yOn look - though you were
ute fresh, not Mt all fatigued from the ex-
hsnge Of compliments, hand shaking, etc.'
"ohi yes, there have been some fsw,s she
nd. "Bnt graDdmamma lives entirely ct 1
oneB anu you Know pSbEon1sO -SOotSty Dut
,ldom ; consequently, We have been spaasd I
le dear Eve hundred particular friends, and {
after ourselves we feel quite 90 comfortable, 1
Isn't IL 90, grandmammaf 7" &
nd she placed her hand afeetionately on the e
d lsdy's arm. Az the tones Of her clear,
voice reached my car vinion, {
lights and flowers and flying feet rose be-
re me- and almost heard the bsRildering
altz-music float through the air. And then, {
fling my eyes to the face Of the lady before {
., recognized my yara ara Of that evening q
the girl Of she period who did not dsBoo
ind dances. II