The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-07-18
Sernlng Star ane Catholic MESSENGER.
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INV ORLEANS. SUNDAY. JULY 10 1873. &
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tho railing by the window; but before quo
could be sure of 1t, the servant lighted tue
,aa: abe heard the children calling her for
new game, and she ran lightly away But
+hsra WAS one oroached in the cold toutside,
vbo xonaered nc the sudden light and glow
,rithin. and as the bewildered newsboy sa"
bsr dancing past the lighted WINDOWS IL
.asued 70 him that it was not 80 far, after all,
+o tbe heaven and the angels of whom ne nao
hard: for the glad tidings" had como TO
D;ct even Dick, and they woke up the gooo' ,
the will to do right which is in every heart'
and which did not sleep again in him, even
when the little, uncared-for, outcast mead
rested on the stone steps that Christmas nlght'
CHATTER II.
VERY little idea had poor Dick OF right or
wrong No fond mother took him TO her
heart when he was toddling wee one, just
tiu enough to half understand, and between
her kisses told him Of angels and saints, OF ne
roes and martyrs, and of that Queen mother
nm in heaven, dearer than them all, who never
forgot those who once had loved her, ana OF
the beautiful world with it's flowers and fruits
ita great rivers and high mountains, It's de-
licious green and its glorious blue wnicn
rood father had given to men Tor sheir ENJOY
ment, No loving sister, with bright eyes ana
lander voice, tossed him in her strong young
arms, and Gang to him how knights and war
riors the great and good Of earth, and loved OF
heaven, had all been children once like him.
suly never half 80 sweet and dear. No NOBLE
father, true in the midst Of trials, ever watched
With anxious care that those little feet shonlo
walk only in the straight and narrow path 30
fo- nc1r or
rubbed his brown hands through his bushy,
uneombed hair the next morning, and pushed
4he worn old hat over his still sleepy eyes, to
know lust what to do to find the temple of
Fortune. At times, though, he had followed
4he crowd of noisy boys and girls whom You
may see around the doors Of any Catholic
nhurch at about nine O'Clock on Sunday morn
ings. and had listened with q critical air, and
sliRhtly supercilious, from some dark corner
neas the door, to the talking and the prayers
which he did not wholly understand, but por-
3ions of which he did once or twice take into
his "inner consciousness" and fully approve.
In some way, he then seemed to feel that
which made him less rough in all his answers,
reader in all his responses to the call for
papers not always gently called for; and,
though be knew not why, there were fewer
wicked words on his lips that day than for
many day before.
1t happened that he kept his eyes open and
grow thouRhtful, and did not forget his wish
80 DO better 30 that, from being newsooy
Ae became an errand boy in q book store
where he learned to be honest and TO toll thu
fruth, which was q rapid advance In his sdu
scAtion for you know it is moro than some PEG
1,le have learned who have lived to be oil
times Dicks age. Sometimes little lady cam
10 that very store to choose her picture-book
and Christmas stories and 1t was his place t
open the door for her or perhaps some on
zWOuld call out, "Dick, chair for this lady,
and then he was as happy as prince. SEINE
times he would be sent home with her pu
chases and mounted the steps, entered he
fathers house, and always felt good" again
for always the Same picture of little girl
blue, with fair hair, ard her hands full
dainty French candy, and ragged newsbo
dirty and amazed, would be there before hir
Christmas had come and gone more this
once, and it was coming again, when Die
Surned up the gas in q mere closet of q roo
very high up in o dingy boarding house, an
made ghost Of fire in an old rusty stow
It wouldn't seem to q very enlivening pro
poet for the room was but slightly furnjsne
and the stove smoked, while the wind beat
the not overolean windows, which the
were no curtains to shut out the dark and col
But Dick seemed to think it something We
luxurious for he rubbed his hands before t
blue apology for q flame, and sat down on t
broken wooden stool, with as much zest as th
with which have seen grand people sink If
. great armchair after q walk.
"Christmas eve again" he said to the fl
for it was his only companion. LET me 10
At you, Mr.. Goals, and see what pictures )
have for me to night. How msny nigh
worse nights than this, have been glad
crouch under an old shed, or in some all
and now to think, thanks to the good God
have a fire of my own! Poor little bare +
on the 10y pavement tonight, wish 1 had J
round my jolly old stove. When 1 am ricl
winp Then he laughed at the idea. "Bt
won't wait until am rich, or / would ne