The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-01-28

her head set itself erect upon her delicat.
neck her eyes spsrkled with new Light
che lifted both her hands aloft, and, in low
but thrilling tone exclaimed:
And she made q motion with her arm.
through the air, as though seeking to CLUTCH
with her hands the infinite space itself
For some little while che remained thus
rapt out of herself, till her eyes had WANDERED
over and enjoyed every object that was within
their reach. Then gradually her self-con'
seriousness returned. Her head sank again
slowly upon her breast, the old sadness chased
the smile from her countenance again sne
bent her eyes upon the ground ana mel
thoughts pom her sad lot.
Again a little while, and she proceeded on
her way along the footpath, dreanlly mnslng
as she went. But suddenly, as she turned an
angle of the plantation, cry Of astonshmen'
burst from her breast.
Bart !" she exclaimed and even he it was
that stood paralyzed with surprise before
her.
The frst impression of this unexpected meet
ing called up smile of heavens own bliss
upon the cuuntenauce of each but glance
at enc another suf1iced in q moment to cloud
it over with expression of sadness aud
even alright. without speaking, they DOLE
bowed their heads aud wept bitterly. Bari
WAS the first To raise bis eyes again and &c
fiud his voice for an expression of SORROW and
coincidence.
Cecilia, poor girl, how thin and pale you
are!'
land you, Bart hardly know You again !"
"I~ exclaimed the young man, DIES perately
"what does that matterf But you, Cecilia.
that are goodness aud kindness itself, an angel
here upon earth,-tbat Iou should have to
suffer so! that you shonld die, like u poor
dumb lamb, under that false villain hands
II makes my blood boil to think OF it, God
be uIercjfnl to me, or l shall surely one day
crush that venomous beasts head Bat that
bundle. Cecilia where are you going to 7
'Thcy'vs turned ont of DOORS" she
81 -hgI with a fresh hurst u tears.
"YurDed you out Of doors !" exclaimed Bart,
with disUa.tiou aud wrath npou hts couute.
nance.
But this first impulse was soon gone by, aud
gradually the expression of hia CDuntelauca
god into one Of growing satisfaction, ard
even pleasure, TIL at last, beginning to see
clearly into tho matter, he exclaimed, with
transport
Turned you ont of doorsl What, tor good
and al !"
"And you weep, Ceciliaf 7" he cried what
you've been mon Ghs long sitting mourning in a
gloomy prison, you've been AZ the mercy of a
jailor that has beaten you and tormented yon
TO death and, Just were both in des
pair, as there seemed no escape for Us but the
ohurchyard God gives you your liberty again
YOU'RE free-and you weep over it! Oh, see,
see how take it"
And he threw himself on his knees upon the
ground, lifted his hands aloft to heaven, and,
with voice as of one inspired, exclaimed
80 God, Thou hast released her Thanks,
s,
Here his voice failed him; but he still re-
manned on his knees and nlurmured ON an in
audible but doubtless still lntenser thanks
giving.
in surprise and admiration. For he was really
n sight for admiration as he knelt there, his
mild sonl showing forth upon his counteuance
his glistenlng eyes raised mp tc God SO in
tense was the expression of thankfulness to
heaven that beamed upon his features, that
Cecilia. rap5 into sympathetic transport, for
got for Z moment Der own circu mstances
while an distinctive feeling of gladness sunl
into her bosom.
And now, rising from his knees, Bart instant
ly perceived the changed expression of Cecila's
ineif4he serenity which tells at once of peace
of mind, of happiness. He seized her by the
hand.
mother III be 81 glad! Come, IT'S 80 well tc
live in Our house! Aud your chair is starding
Just in the old place not IL soul has sat in il
| since. Aud every ming thorei 10 mourning after
You. Qlick, come atopgW
! Bat resisted him, aLd would not follow
| in tho direction he son Ght to lead her.
'What is it now, CeciliaT ct last he ex
claimed, uneasily won't you come home tt
81 must 90 on to the to wn," she replied so
| have cousin there who is q dressmaker;
shall get work from Der, and earn III!
| bread"
"Breadf work What does all tha meaui
cried b lrt; "why, now-now that 1 can 30
you again, look into your eyes. hear yo'
| speak, now I feel my spirit dou hle and if
! ork the fingers off my hands for IL there sbal
Ge ennnSh and To spare for us all. Come, com
| alorgp
| For Heavens sake don't ask to do that
Bart! It. can't bel" answered the III aide 4
mnurnfully.
He looked her in the face with eyes full a
| OF ca OF sorrow aud snrprIse.
| "Ah, no, that can never be!' she repeated
"he sure of that, dear Bart"
A sudden change seemed to take place in tn
young mans feehngs; again with downcas
countcnancr he dr0oped his head, while calml.
and sadly he replied:
"Ah yes!'my sick heart was too full of joy
and l had forgotten. TObe-suTe, Cecilia
after all l am but IA poor peasant lad, and you
will one day be rich young lady. see I'm
doomed to der
So piteous and plaintive the tone il
| which the last words were uttered that the,
pierced deeply aud painfully into Cecilia
heart. and quite oveTcaroe the feeling of maid
| emily reserve which rad hitherto been upper
mos ia It. She seized the young mans hanC
| and pressed IL, and There WAS deep tx pCessioI
| of tenderness in her voice.