The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1877-02-25
NNd star AND CATaoL AEsSGNbER aUNY FEBRUARY 25 Y7


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"Good.by till then, Jan, Good,by till
= then"
The lad cast down his eyes, and for d while
stood m0tionless. When he looked up again
the colonel and his daughter had long since
: disappeared Aind the Alders. Now, for the
t first time, Jah felt something heavy in bis
> hand he regarded the pieces of gold with a
contemptuous smile, and Aung them from him
far away over the heath. Then he sank down
! at the foot of the tree and hid his face in bis
hands.
CHAPTER v.
Yet another hour, and the sun will shed bis
rays over the heath. He is al:eady rising; in
the east the dawn is breaking; q low, mystic
rious buzz announces already natures awaken
ing.
In the lttl. chamber of the solitary farm
house the old clock ticks steadily on in the
dead stiffness of the night, which else reigns
there uudisturbed the hearth is cold.
| In the half-dark corner stands 9 spinning
wheel, the rock of iRely dressed FAX still in il,
tho thread still unbroken, as though jEst loft
| there by the spinner.
Two or three steps from it we discern the
mini g outline of q human ngure: il is that of
| ayoung man, who sits and regards the spin
| MINI wheel with a peculiar expression. HIS
arms folded on his breast; his head is
| bowed; his eye wenleIs from the wheel to
the chnir by il, and from the chair back TO the
| wheel. HIS countenance bears the stamp of
| deep tE'ctioD his eyes glow with stuffed
| hre as tbopgh despair were fast seated in his
heart; and yet from time to time smile
sitting there night well think that form in
visible to other eyes sat at the wheel, with
| whom he was mutely conversng through the
medium of books. Low tones-Bo low that
they do not break the stiffness of tho night
a1st through the chamber; the young man
lays his finger on his lips and seems to listen, |
though 1T Is himself that is unconeciOusly |
sing
"Rioketicketack,
Ricketc ketoo.
The irons warm
Now p "ssr ttrife, fe"o ons, asIt two
kickeucketoo."
Now he rises from bis seat, takes o stick
from the corner, and slowly leaves the room,
Dreamily wandering, he skirts the alders and
pulls to pieces sprigs of heather, with a strap &c
smile. Arrived at the margin or the road he
casts look toward the little bills which are
seen not far CT; hiS eyes fill with tears; he
sits do wn aud weeps bitterly.
After Il few moments hs rises again ard ap-
proachos tie lofty beech-tree, beside which
10 bushes of juniper wave to aud fro in tie
morning hTeeza Thsre lie stands, M con scions
of his o8n tx'steuce, and lisrens as though a
secret voice W -ro epeaking t. him fIoLn the
tree. a low song bnb6les mp, AZ il were, from
his bosom, nnd drops, word by word, froR bis
Inns:
"IicEeticketacA
L.c",ticketou.
!, p Ir %!'5 III 5fE9 ES"G Gr. A,m; 1,so,
E!C&oJlrketco."
Z AZ no.. Tat dream has is end tco He t
eavsn Che beech, and r4aks his way, witn long J
'tI !dcs, over the heath. He ciimr5 - sandy l
liIl0C6 on tho top ha firmly plants his long t
,tatf before him, and ha standing half I
Gaming On it, there lie remains, fl cd and mo- Z
ton less as d hlatue. HIS eye is fixed upon a :
'luish point in the distance, from which the 3
road winds over the heath till it L
disappears near the hi!lock on which he is y
tan ndlpg. d
What can it be that he is looking out for j.
What is he hoping for that the road over the u
eath can bring to bimf To whom does the Il
corning breeze carry the si9hs which SO pain p
nlly burst from Ills bosomf II
Listen !! you may hear 1t from himself for IL
be sigh becomes word, "a name uttered in pI
lin < led love and pain:
Msgdalen l-Monca' sc
And now peasant girl mounts the hill from OIL
shlnd bin, and, as soon as she is near enough, tr
Ais aDRrlly to him. al
T." Jan, youro wanted in the house," be
He starts up and casts on her a bitter look In
At in the same instant his features resume IN
eir ca(mness nay, even apathy, and he de-
ends the hIlock, merely saying:
" Very well, sister I'm co,ninE." pi
AID Lie followed Ecr homewaId, hanging
'wr his head, while ne wens on ~ the same tel
ne:
agne on your n'rscnse! 1 suppose you Oh
ink !ou can earn your bread with dreaming yo
day! For tie last three months you've da
en Just as great nl.ural as that lazy Mag da
len, that's EOn+ away with her father, rs the WI
iks say. / suppose you'vo learnt all this fn'
city stuff from her. We: or dry, there you roV
3 from morning to night, on the sand-hIn,
ping after the crows. l shonld be ashamed poo
myself. There's poor mother sick IN WI
d, and you thinking Of nothing but your /
n silly dreams! | suppose you mean to lea
ing the farm to the dogs us to the work
use, and yourself to the GheelH "a village
the neig hborhood, where there is public \
latlc asylum.) Fra
70 all these reproaches Jan made no an her
er; Indeed, he did not seem even to hear on
'm. He let his sister talk without her
wing the least sign of annoyance, and fort
lowed ber quietly to the house. ban
- cou
Nf iH" - anC
)ae afternoon, Jan stood again by the rect
oh-trpe. He looked weak and wasted the into
sh red of his checks had given way TO an ent
y transparent paleness; his eyes had lost hIm
{ txpr,s.lou and his head hung down list tNtI
.ly on bis left shouder. freq
iready bad he stood tLus more than half an A
II without moving, when behind hin, tic
o. z the alGc1s, Il step IustIed in the fallen rapi
vv@. Ii" TUNED round: there stood the CId iifh
,1h priest Of Desschel. With au evident of +
III lie threw y more cheerful expression into piIs
cUunt,nAncr, and bow ed respectfully TO equ
C'eIgyulu; lie even attempted to smile, l