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

derneBe or q sentative and yearning heart ana
only saying. AT will como again" she went
away, as if she could not trust herself to say
more.
I noticed that my mother did not yet look at
her. And when she was quite gone, said
Mother, isn't she as lovely as an angelf"
ayes, DEAR" in broken voice; f." and she's
the image of one that's with me night and
day." ~
Awhat, mother Whom do you mean
"My Jamesw
Then knew why she could not look at her.
After q little fearful silence, then said she,
just came from his grave. dear. Do you know
what found there7"
Sab that is why you came in so sick! Poor
mother, had some one pulled mp hig name
agains"
"No, my honey, no. But as came near it,,
tnoug must be dreaming; saw something
white rising up above the green around the
place. Indeed, was afraid my poor brain
was giving way. But when I got mp to it,
there"
"oh, motberp I exclaimed, under my
breath, my heart beating, Eugene had been
therem h n @ ~ t
"In truth he hsd, and left the mark Of his
visit to be seen there always. IJ's just q tall,
beautiful white pillar, and at its foot q Gross,
and above that your fathers name and age;
they told me at she church he inquired for
these there. And there's white step below
the pillar, and hand out ON the step, In sueh
Q way, 1t looks 80 If 1t had just placed the
eross against the pillar, and IL waited there
for anosher to clasp 1t. Iknow what It means,
my honey. People with hands NOT waiting 90
mightn't mike II out. My cross 10 there, you
see.n go aao III
When Eugene came, it was not easy to find
words to tell our feelings to him. So, being
awkward, We could not find them, and NOS
| finding them, we kissed his hands, our tears
falling on them. He knew, and said:
"My friends, it will bind rs closer together.
La IL NOT 90 ?"
aJust SOP we echoed. You see We knew
well he had to do without many things for
months to come, perhaps. in order to mako up
for it, and this made MS feel it far more in
tensely than if he had done it from nero i'm
pulse Of good nature easily gratified.
"Now," said he, cheerily,-he did not wish
the scene kept up,-"tell me all about the
day! Has it been a very dull one, poor
Picoiolaf"
How much had to tell him He listened
quietly without any comment at all. And when
I had told all, eagerly propounded my ques
ton.
"she said money often shut out love from
people in the world, Eugene. How can that
BET"
gazing, not ct me nor at anything could zee
CASING intently on some image of q though
in his heart his face pale, his eyes Lit, his lip
smiling.
"ohp said /, clasping his hand, and die
not know why said it, nor did know what
in his look, gave me the knowledge, sho
the one, Eugene And che is an angel hsv
: found herp
He repeated, as We do some strain of . SOD
we love to hear, "The one."
Then gently unclasping his hand from mint
he went to the window were the lily stOot
and looked out for little while in silene'
= When he came back, he took from his pocket
= book of poems, and read for me, Is, indeed, b
usually did at this time. But he said no WOE
- of what we had been speaking about, and
did not renew the subject, thinking he did nj
wish it.
But quietly recalled for myself, and set U
on strong foundations my sweet "castle in IL
air."
n. Ethel Esmond came the next day. l kne
ID she would, and awaited her coming, with tt
d. little rag flower ready to show her. Nora WI
not withrher; her little pet was not we
i" enough to come, she said, and sent me son
or flowers instead. Then, with strange wistfu
be ness in her eyes, she asked for my mother.
Up said ehe was out working. She shuddered
ono does with cold, and whispered, "That
10 hOrriblep
en- The tears stood in my eyes, for 1 knew he
as horrible it was, and pictures of its horror h.
torn my heart all day. Then she said; I" Pc
on Gertie! She must be made rest-for you"
TO- "Oh~ / answered, at wish to see her res
ing more than anything in the worldp
Nv "Never mind, dear, 1 will find way. Poo
nd tired motherp
B." "The tone was love itself; the look in Il
Id eyes, such pity - Oonld never have been p
tn into words I hopeI answered to il nv 4