The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1876-08-13

"ob, bah come onq You don't walk
with your throat"
i At this the girls all laughed Nathalie
4 dearly loved to raise laugh. Besides,
less was waiting-Jess, with her ringin &
voice and great black eyes. Jess was
afraid of nobody aud nothing, Nat was
a bit afraid of Jess, but would have died
before she would nave owned it. In jess
company, therefore, she always talked
faster and laughed louder than anywhere
else.
a Another time Nathalie would have waited
& for her little sister Alice, who stood lean
4 ing heavily against q post of the fence,
with such sorry blue eyes but just then
last night, Pooh who wants an infant at
ones heels Z" So she seized jess arm,
caught step, and they moved off side by
side, the four bottoned boots, and the four
straight, shapely ankles getting over the
ground in a fine, sturdy fashion of their
own.
"Tll carry your satchel for you, Alice"
said Tim.
Nathalie's long curls and the blue stream
ers of her hat had just gone out of sight round
the corner, and Alice was leaning against
the fence-post still. The scholars were all
gone Tim stayed to lock the school house.
He was poor, and earned his tuition that
way. Thank you, you're very kind )" and
Alice gave Tim look that made him
think, dear me, I'd carry her too, if
she'd let me )" but he didn't venture to say
it.
al wish 1 had my sled here the snow is
so deep / didn't bring it to-day"
There had been q storm, and the drifts
were shoulder deep, measuring by Alice.
1t was hard walking, therefore, and the two
came on slowly. But just as they reached
the home gate, and Tim was running in
with the satchel, Jess and Nathalie appear
ed from an opposite direction munching
peanuts.
Heigho !" cried Jess, giving Tim cool
stare with those wide open eyes Of hers.
Alice has hired new boy. Wonder how
much she pays him."
1t was a cruel taunt. Tins mother was
so poor, you know; che took in washing.
Nathalie laughed, and Alice said, "Tbank
you, Tim" The boy took eff his cap, aud
Alice bowed as politely as though Tim had
been prince OF the blood. Then he ran off.
Better hurry up, you've got the wash
tubs to empty" said Nathalie.
40 Nat !" said Alice.
Well, what ~
Nat faced squarely about; Jess was look
ing on: -,o r;., to,,
SHOW very sensitive you are all of
sudden," said Nathalie and jess.
80, AL always was too good for common
folks: say, AL, what do you shut up your
eyes in prayer-time for Z"
4 thought every one did," was the meek
p 'Thought every one did just hear
that. o, that's the last joke :" and jess
shouted, "Why, have half my fun while
Miss Mack ia on her knees. Who cares for
her prayers They don't raise higher than
the ceiling, know"
Now Nathalie knew this was wrong, but
she laughed. Alice did not laugh or speak.
just then a gray kitten came down the
path. Jess DPied her and cried out:
"Hurra, boys, there's cat! I hate
80, don't Jess. It's my kitty, and she's
lame. She got caught in a trap"
Lame, is she9 Appropriate for you to
have a lame cat, being inclined in that way
yourself"
o Jess, did you know how that hurt
Alice had had white swelling. She had
suffered months of agony from it; but even
that was easier to bear than this wicked
speech.
=" Here she Is; I've got her, Matt" and
jess seized the kitten, while Nat ran up
and little Alice plunged through the drifte
after them.
"Ple-e- ase :" pleaded she.
Ple-e- ase,o drawled jess in derision,
mimicking the plaintive tone.
Let's puS her in the water trough.
ayoroPath'e mazing good for cats )" and
Jess shonted at her own wit. Then-she
was as quick az Lightning, was Jess-in
twinkaing tho crippled kitten was plunged
pinto ice cold water, taken out, and hoisted,
+drlpplng and foflorn, on the top Of Natty's
open umbrella
"Now for it," spoke Nathalie let's give
her pack. Where's your handkerchief.
Jess o, there is the tea-bell. l must
go in this very minute or Aunt Meg will
scold."
Jess ran of, and 30 did pussy I; Natty |
went into the house, and Alice plunged her |
way out Of the drift and followed the |
cats vanishing tail up the wood house |
stairs.
"You poor, poor kitty" she sobbed,
creeping out under the caves, where her !
spet, in a soaked and cad state, was trying |
20 dry herself with her tongue. so kitty ~ |
tand Alice ret about stroking her with her
na1dkerchief, wetting her coat With tears
as fast as che dried it.
- o kitty, nobody loves you but me, and |
nobody loves me bat you"
They are real hateful Miss Alice" said |
Moran, as the child came Juggling her NAL |
treated net down n the kjtcheO HJ