The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-11-24
throw away any chance of redeeming the

Rsdeemtng-you are nu English man. Yo
utterly disapProve of al have done. Ho7
can you rrooncile it to your principles to al
my escaper
II leavo it to you to justify me in the lonI
run bat we waste time and opportunity II
talking. Let us walk down to the beach. ID
not i see sOme of your Cisddsgh fishermen
t-come."
John walked on at a quick pace across th,
sand towards the boat, and Darcy followed
The evening tide was flowing in calmly ant
slowly, the little waves broke in musical rip
pies close at their feet. When they were with
| in q few PAGES of the boat, DARCY paused and
looked all round him, like man just waking
ont tf a dream. lie took off his hat again, and
| the sea wind blow in bis face. 1t came to hin
like an invitation from the land Of freedom
and he felt in q moment that the power to per
sist in rejecting Johns cffsr aud retarn to the
prospect of i'm prisonment and death had gone
from him: From the sunny sky and the wide
| blae sea life had held out her arms to him, and
| ives sweet still. He ron after john, and laid a
| hand on his shoulder.
'I accept OR effer," be ssid; "yon have
hands, and owe you q life's gratitude for Your
conduct to day. These fishers down there with
the boat are waiting for me. 1t was agreed
| this morning that they should meet me here,
at the arm of the evening tide, ard have not
had an opportunity Of acquaint ng them with
my change Of purpose. They would have
! waited in vain till morning but for you bat
think you had better not let them see you, as
they will perhaps mistrust stranger aud an
Englishmau, ard suspect danger"
John gsyo the purse into O'Donneirs hands,
then; bat think there is q great deal more to
come-that we shall hear OF each other in the
futnre"
Il know there is" said Darcy "and, any
get your face now" His eye rested on John
for a moment, with peculiar lock. keen and
full of pain, and yet satisfied. Hell do,
think, )" he said to himself, in a low voice. 'It
w m iJh fpH
another warm clasp of the hand, he turned
away ard walked rapidly towards the boat,
whose owners had now recognized hi u, and
were making sigus to him t1 hasten,
John made his way back to the top of the
sand ridge, whence he saw the whole process
OF the launch of the little fshing boat on the
the hosting of the tiny sail, and its progress
for some distance towards an opposite point of
tao com pass to that where the EN- grant ship
lay. He watcho2 it in all its devious tacks, till
it vas little darA sFeck on the blue water
and longer still, till under cover of tho deep.
euinS twilight, it drew near its real destina-
iiop. Tben be got up and walked towards the
lighted town. He thought great oeal of
Darcy, and the probable fter o course of the
life he had that day given back to its owner
a great deal, too, of Mr. DAILY on his death
night. Bat most of all of Ellen, on the even
ing when she had read his first essay on
DArcy's poems, and looking up to him with
hashing eyes, had said the words that kled
in his heart still; II hate every word of it,"
W Oulu eue ever come To KNOW WnRJ ne nAu
done to- day, or be able in the smallest degree
to estimate what it had cost him
CHATTER XII.
"Oh, hoart OH blood that freezes bood that burns
Earth Ioturus
Fer whole centuries Of folly, noise and sin
Shut them in
With their t1iamhs and their g,o.ies and the rs.t
Love is best - Il. BROWNING.
The strength of the storm is spent, the high
est wave has struck the hill, and fallen back
bs fled with hoarse murmuring of sullen com
plant, yet the spectators on the shore, and the
sailors ont at sea, do not feel as yet any chan ge
and are slow to believe in2the sunshine and
calm that is on the way II them. The winds
moan and sigh in sharp short gusts that may
bs the beginning of a new storm, the waves
climb and threaten the shore with angry
white heads, only thrust litsle less near each
time of approach it takes long time to
celt Ain positively by OF 'rvatfou that the tide
has tnrned. So il usually is in seasons of
great calamity, national or private. the worst
Is past long before the st fferers admit hope int
their hearts, or are able to scknow ledge to
themselves that the severest stress of their pain
is over. There are almost always occurrences
of calamity, new tareatenings, fears, great
shakinRs of the worn out or wounded souls
which keep the agitated sea of emotion heav-
ing and Quveripg for q long time before it can
rock itself to the old calm. Long years must
often pass before we can look back on season
of fl ction, and referring to an event or hour
say, Yes, that was the time when the waves
went over our heads and the bit terness of death
was tast sd, but after that slowly and gradually
we began to take heart again there were fall
ings back, clouds returning after rain, but the
hearteninR, the restoring season set in altar
that hour"
The aLtumn months that followed Connor's
and d Arcys escape TO America were for the
Dalys and their friends, and for the mPj 'rity of
the inhabitants If Good Peoples Hollow and
its e9hborhood, one of those seasons of slow
ly retaining prosperity and content broken by
recurring anxie.ies and cares. The first day 8
Of Mrs. Days return from Galway with Les
6a and Pelham were clouded by .nxiety about
Ellen. whom they found at Good Peoples Hol-
low in q state of such extreme weakness aud
prostration as hardly to be able to give an in-
telligible account of her night excursion down
the lake, or of Connor's ,ape to the emigrant
ship. Anne OFlaherty had died during the
night of her absence, and the shock of return
ing to the empty house, aud of finding for the
first time in all her experience, no one there to
" HON she could uuburden her heart of iti al
xiety and agitation had been more overwheim
lug than all her previous suff sring, or rather
it had bee the last STRAW of the long -accum1-
at %. h..1rn, under which her ell @ -gies, now
II" longer tasked on anyone's behalf, fually
succumbed. For days aud days she lay cu her
bad O prev [ , the allow consuminp fever that