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


my heart in the hollow Of her gentle hand. for
there 1t laid itaelf unkppwn to her. I do not
know II she would have Thought II WORTH the
keeping. for before + could tell hat 1t waited
there, the disgrace Game, and With, that for q
bitter heritage would mot offer it Ia worils.
AslA became lost In the mazss Off life that
deaed God, did not dare to lot my thoughts
dwell on this one. To KEGS them from doing
so was hard and wofal piece of penance, but
could not bring memory of her into heart
60 blackened; 1t seemed sacEilege." Now he
folded his hands quietly, like one about to rest,
and lovely loola OF peace Game over his face,
II can take the sweet thoughts in. when, like
birds from Eeavens own garden, hear the
autsering of tbeir wings at my heart. Even TO
be at to think of her is priceless privilege,
and that too you have brought to me, my
Picciola, with the rest. And though know IL
must some, that ahe wiI1sbe the light and
blessing of some more worthy life than mine,
long before can be free to ofsr her my love,
still do prize this privilege as dearest to me,
on earth"
When he had gone homo that night, my
mother said:
"What fine talker he is, Gertrude. A body
would think he was reading it all out Of .
book
And !, Who had. been residing books, and
often conn Ared bis way Of telling tbinRs with
the way found them told there, always think
ing his a. beautiful 40 any-I with I could
exactly reproduce 1t here, but cannot--said
"Indeed, that is just the truth, mother.
Only you know, Eugene imagine6 most of that
about me. / SCARCELY know myself, or my rag
flower, or the plant, or the room, the way he
talks about u.s."
Bat he's right about my honey's goodnessg'
Her dear eyes filed.
"No, mother, am not so patient as seem
to him and to you. I wildly long for what
Others have, often-often! And at those times
it takes all the strength of my will, and all the
memories Of what You have taught me, to say
even a few words of prayer. If I were what
you both think, could pray without an effort"
Ny mother shook her head. ] knew there
was 10 use in p6rsuing the subject. It was
clear that her mind was fixed on it. And after
little silence, said I: M
"Wby did he think wouldn't understand
about the one he loves, and yOu wouldf Tell
me, mother"
:" He knew had loved that way, my honey,
and you p
What, motherr
0O0 H3B put ouCu AONo Oub OA your EO1Gus'
"But love you, mother"
" 1t 10 not like you love me-"
swell, love Eugene, then"
"Not like that either"
"LIke what, thenf"
Those dear eyes filled once more, and the
heavy drops gathered 10 moment and fell, q
great sorrow and look that spoke worship for
some one unnamed in words, creeping over her
face.
Like loved James," she said simply, and
,tood up and left me for awhile. I knew
James meant my father; knew she went to
et more teMrs fall where no one could watch
hem; knew all the answer meant, knowing
how really her heart buried itself in HE grave.
thought about IL most Of the night;
Jtldom slept much atuight. And I thought,
1t the end, Of these words: 1888 92e
"Grcatsr love than this no man hath, tfat In
ay down bis life for another" f12"! -'
would have lsid down my life for EngeDs.
{ would have seemed very 1ittls 60 me If
obld have made him happy BY 10. 1Woaaogod
Who VA. the one he loved 70 dearly, and
h01gbt to myself, II che loved him right, She
You'd not mind his disgraee, slnce he wa
rorkiug 60 hard 70 retrieve Il, end had never
deserved it. th6dght II I cOn5d only And her
ToaId toll her how brSvo aI.d noble he vas.
md II persuaded her to STAY With him and
eip him, what Jos, spSpid bring him, and
vhat foil return ft 3 so 8 For 81 Bis good
e6g to me. A.
That was my sweet castle in the air
/ think it might have bsen about three
months after ali this, that my mother cane in,
Teak ana veary--I had sOFroRf1I5y noticed
,ep grovytng y-aahes every dav-ana fold ma