The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1875-08-01
NUMBER 96.

81 know" stsmmered Dick, not knowing
what 20 say under the gaze Of her beautifai
eyea al know-that the death Of your mother
last summer"
"Mrs. Brandos, you nean," she intercepted
in her quietest tones, "that 10, my fathers
second wife. THIS Mrs. Brandon was not my
mother my ewn mother died long ago.n This
90 ooldly that, for some inezplicAbls reason,
Dick fancisd che YVES glad to correct him."
"You were in the carriage ae the same
Time" said Dick, feeling thas he must say
something. 80
"Yes," answered Mary, "but remsmbss
little about it.; as soon a. we found the horsee
were running away, Mrs. Brandon became
very much alarmed. and almost before could
were both picked up senseless. She was NOT
conscious Of anything again. All these thingo
together have completely unnesved poor Raps.
and really feel very graseful 20 any one whe
is interested In him. His old friends have re-
ceived but little encouragement to Wait "a
here, althougrit Ii only fancy Of papa's, I
am sure, that they feel any difference. and he
Is often quite lonely"
Mr. Brandon soon returned and seeming to
Wish his daughters undivided attention, Dick
rose ana eAlO Huud hiBue'
It need hardly be said that he was after this
more enthusiastically devoted to their fortunes
than ever before. He spent few hours there
stdiferent times during the winter and spring,
and soon found himsek at ease In that dreary
room; but ss be knew Mary better, his Fsver-
ence for her, while is diminished net in the
least, became deep and fefvent feeling,
which kept her always in his thougets. She,
too, seemed to regard him with very kindly
feelings, and the sympathy between them was
60 strong that 1t bore down many Of their DIFF.
ferenoes Of association and educations and
each was astonished to find an unexpectedly
ready understanding in the other. Bot a. yet
Dick had said nothing Of the little girl on the
steps who gave him her candy one cold Christ
mas morning years ago. I..ss5
Once at New Years, and again on the 99d of
February, holidays on which he was free, Dick
had been down to the cottage in the country,
and had seen Rose and the boys skate and
make snow.ho1bes,s and spent two Of the
cosiest, hsppiest evenings Of his life aEound
the bright Gre. talking pleasant talk with
those dear people, among whom alone he
realized the fainteSt idea Of the vosd horass
(Seo explanation, l0t eOlunn, page ~
are perfectly well-bred and constdeTste for
everybody. NY excuse for Rose and Dick lie.
that they only had week, and . week is such
q short time when one Is very happy
Dicks week was nearly ct it's end whan his
birthday, his twenty-Arst birthday came, and
his good friends made o little rejoicing for him
in their bomely way. It was Q very beautiful
AuRust day, and IVES celebrated like . holiday
by all the family. Yet It was not exactly
oloudless day For Dick, though it was tho frst
I'll. bat had paNaivaH tia
slightest notice from any one, and ought TO
have made him radiantly happy. He had re-
oeiyed q present made for him with her own
hands, with no enc could tell how many loving
thouehts Of him worked in Il, from hia own
dear Rose. His little table Twas covered. with
the hrst keepsakes he had over received from
any onS, and still he was not happy. Among
The treasures on his little table there stood one
which reminds me that should NOT have
called The Others the Hrst-from the mother
whose face ho could not remember, and what
might it not contain Z Hitherto he bad thought
but little of the box Of which Carl spoke 90
years ego; bat now that the day
Of opening it had come, he grew really AFRAID
Of II. He remembered stories Of yengeaDos
from the grave, Of crimes to be ex-
nia.ad bv the children Of the perpetrators
ysars sfterwsrd, Of fearful confessions Of sin
and sorrow ard wrong in countless formsj
and Dick, in the Arst glow Of his first joyous
davs. did not know how he could bear even
mist upon the rising sun OF his happiness.
"Not until the last thing tonight" be said
snally, laying down the box and turning away
from the table. 81 will DO happy to the last
minute. - and he went down 70 ask Rose to
ralI< with him in the beautiful twilight after
Tee. n vasearlier than he had thought when
he Usnt down, and Rose was reading in the
-bsdov Of the pOrca, oS seeming % teSd, fOr