The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1877-01-28
NUMBER 81
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FROM THE ORIGINAL FLEMISH OF
HENDRIX CONSCIENCE,
HENDRIX CONSCIENCE.
lContinued.1
CHAPTER vi,

On the following morning tho sun rose ms.
JeStioaly in the clear blue sky. It was By assIa
! time the middle of May. Sail, the Ape iayS
had hitherto been but few and far between, e1sl
It was only by slow and imperceptiblo degrees
that tree and field had been putting on th9lI
green spring dress. During the night, hagVs
ever, the wind had gone about from the rcr1aI
| to the opposite quarter, and now waited Ak1
warm exhalations of the south, o. |. baIaesc.
| fresh from the central region of life and Beet.
in genial undulatoDs over the earth. The nan
of nature, which shone forth freah In youtheN
beauty, with all the attractions OF Q loVef4
maiden hower-crowned with her bridal wreath
From every tree, from every bush, Eesoupdsd
universal chorus OF blithe Bounds; Alost Ia a.
the lark trilled his merry notes myriado II
little creatures, of every variety of form aaH
color, humbed and lowered about the foliaeaG
froiioked playfnlly among the grass Of I'll
banks; the very earth itself swarmed with fiR3
In fact, it was nRtures fair.day ees3
Over the Chapel farm too the can shed ca
his Eadsome light; there too the birds mea4
the air resound with all their aongs Of love nala
happiness. Bot amid all this movement AND
this universal exultation of nature, the Lone
some dwelling stood as silent and ~ still 90 *
1t alone, with all belonging to 10, was Still
buried in the sleep of winter.
Mother Ann was sitting by herself beside the
hearth, busted in trimming vegetables for the
pot. But it was but little Of her attention thas
she was beStowing upon the occupation Of her
hands. Ever and anon her eye wandered rest
lessly around, as of one that in vain seeks %
escape the domination Of some haunting
thought; and, in fact, the whole oppression Of
her countenance told of deepest sadness and <
While there the good woman of the housa
sat and thought, Bart came in with some i'm.
plement of husbaudry in his hand. Certainly,
he must have been fatiRuinR himself with q
severe job of hard work, for his back waa
DO wed, and bis step was slow and heavy, as
without greeting or sign of recognition, he
passed on through the room as though he had
not remarked bis mothers presence.
She meanwhile followed her son with her 4
ayes. Tho absence of mind with which he Y
passed her by evidently distressed ber beyond 1
measure; aud hardly had he disspPeaEeA I
through the interior door than silent tears !
began to trickle dSwn the sad mothers checks
b she bowed her head over her work. "a
Some moments afCerwaFd, Wanna came In
With pail of milk. She set her pail down.
md was about to lift of the cover OF the greas
'auldroni but in tho same moment she noticed i
he tears upon her mothsr's cheek, and held her
land. An expression of impatient RnnoySueo
rossed her countenance; abe approached her
mother, took her by the arm, and shook her
'retty sharply, adding, in an RggrieVed tone Of
dice:
What, againf Why, it's always the samoF 4
save me 10 do all the work by myself. II n
idh'C bear up well, Pm sure don't know
that would come of it!'
Bat no answer did she obtain, save in q fresh
ssumed:
4" Come, mother, do cheer up bit! Why, III
hall never be able 10 bear mp much lonRoE
Iyself with nothing but melancholy faces 70
'ok at every day, and all day longl There's
art speaks never a word, but COMES and goes
ke a shadow; aud you, mother, the moment
cure alone, break out into tears. i muSt for
nee speak my mind right ont, mother: there's
either sense nor reason in it; OF else there's
'mething under it all that do not underatAnds
n nobody says q word to me, aud live here
IL wasn't one of youTselves."
The poor mourner took her daughters hand,
I'D pressed II, as though 80 testify OF uDdi-
in shed affection. Then in tone of lAmensa-
on:
" Wanna my dear child, ;" che cried, don't
~ observe that your brother is piuiDR Rwayf
ont you observe how strangely his eyes wan
II, and how pale and thin he gets Add when
n look at him, don't you at times feel all In
lTemble for fear of it's coming to worse still 81
Heavens, motber!7 cried Wanna, DeFvoasly.
the same time wiping away tear what
n you meant Bart 10 sad, and gets thin, L
low that but know very well too why it L.
10 may pine away little with that sort or
ROW, but with time one gets over it never
eless. And what business, too, he'd be TO ha n
Itin his heart on Cecilia She's no match for
IN for we're just poor folk that must slave
our daily bread, and she-Bbe's rich, or will
Why don't you set well ct him, to get the
ly out of his head Bat no; yOn just cry
out it, aud let him take hiS way. Ga, If only
vas his motherW
i Child, child 70 sighed che mother, ali you
bat know all have dons 80 bring him g
asonl-prayers and tears soolding and COAX.
z I've tried eYsrgShings and everything ha4
en- in vain. He nekBo GlEdgea his folly, ara
1t I'm right in all ssy about it |; prolnisas
do his best to fOrget her, falls on bic knees
d beRs my f0rEiVenes9-
: Yes. and yol, ,mothsE-you give e Mn
'estlyi don't gcn kHeF