The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-06-16
"If you have taken 70 metaphors give you
mp from Tonight. You are . lost man."


Il was tho afternoon of the second day afte
| the arrival, and there was at last Q little lul
| in and about the house. Anne O'FlAherty
| with Peter Lynch and Murdoch Malaohy In he
with ragged frieze coats tied by the sleeve
round their shoulders and thorn. stioks 10 thei
hands. that had besieged The door since earl,
m moTning, had thinned now to two or three
| still patiently waiting for their turn for {
private word with his honor" The womer
who had hung about the gate or squstted by
the roadside all day for the chance of g glimpss
mountain cabins. to blow mp the peat fire, and
put on the big potato. pot, with its this years
soanty portion of bad potatoes, against their
husbands cArne In to supper. John Thornlsy
was sitting at bis desk in his own room look
Ing ut pile of finished letters, and listening
till tho cessation of voices in the library below
should show him that the opportunity he was
alone and making communication to him
that he too had in store. As he leaned back
Ia his chair, with bis eyes fixed sbsently on
the opposite wall, bic lips moved as II framing
satisfied, amused, crossed his face from time
to time. An observer would have OWNED
that he was going over the expected interview
in imasina.ion. and laying ont sentences sand and
satisfaction to himself. II Mr.. Daily, taking
the m management Of his affairs back into his
own hands, chose to resume the old, ruinous.
for want OF plain showing of their folly and
iniqaity from John Thornley,. From the
room next his. Bride was issuing. bonneted,
shawled, with the purpose Of taking turn
up and down the fower-borders with Mrs.
DAILY. She, too had some words Of interest to
insinuato between the remarks about the
autumn flowers that would begin the oonver--
her sentences out beforehand. It would be
difficult enough without that Ito keep them
from tripping of her tongue before the season
able moment arrived. Good fortune, like i'll,
l1nw- u, =, T. l&I- G.A-
talions. and that morning bad brought let
ter to John that had given Bride far deeper
pleasure than the news of Lesbia's fortune. It
vas from noted literary man for whom
ing him the editorship of an important liter
ary journal, on saoh terms rs would fully
justify him In abandoning other occupations
TO follow the line to which his inclination
pointed, and in which his sister's ambition
saw o bright career opening before him.
''It 10 safe to give . shove upwards to o man
who is no longer needy" John had said, as he
guarding face and voice from any touch of
triumph. But the sneer did not deceive
Bride she could divine easily euepgh tho
thrill q Of mingled pride and grasituds g was
As she emerged by Mrs. Daly's eide into the
clear September sunahine, it eroased her mind
that she shQnid Rot have believed, il any one
lriumphant q sAis task Of conveying to Mrs
DAILY. in an uAconcevned tone, tho necessity
that hAd arisen for Johns Resignation of the
agency, coupled with 9 passing allusion to
ID in her life.
Meantime Lesbis, who had spent the greater
pArt Of the day shut up with her brother and |
lister, and who wss, to tell the truth, little
Wearied and oversWed bp the amount of good |
'epse end the reasonable plans she had had |
20 listen to, ran lightly up stairs to seek for |
sayer companions in the old sohoolroom, of |
which Connor and Ellen had made her free on |
The first evening of her arrival. Her face fell |
\ little when she opened the door and found |
It almost empty, no one appearing but Ellen, |
who Was seated on the floor in the window re- |
,ess, with her hands olasped round her kneee, |
ooking dreamily out towards the mountains. |
She turned her head ss the door opened, and |
burst out laughing ct Let bias little start of
lismay. |
Yes. they have gone out you are late"
The said. "They hung about disgusted at your |
,on- appearance till they had worked them |
selves u to such pitch of crossness that |
vac obliged to hunt them away"
"Theyi"
The boys, of conrse.-Men n-are- -always
the they ~ you know and We women only you
"How comfortable" cried Lesbia, recover.
ing herself. 81 have SO much to say to you
{ will be quite treat for you and me to have
IN hours talk alone"
"Do You think 30 ~ said Ellen, absently
'urning her face to the window sgain.
"Oh, Ii you don't want me can 20 awav."
Ellen answered by taking LosbiA's hands
Anu uTbWln& nor OOWn TO D scat on q QlI8plQA-
ed child's straw chair that occupied corner
of the window reclss
There, you are snthroned," che cried. "I
1on't know why, but when We were children,
Connor and used to consider that crazy
straw chair the mote desirable seat in the |
y hole house. We had fiction that it impart.
ID magical powers of some sort and how we
lsed to quarrel for the possession of it Con-
nor calls it the triwod-it has only three legs |
eft, you see-and grows dangerously inspired |
Nhen he sits on 1t still. Try what 1t will do
for you"
bat if you bad rather be alone-if you don't
want mI"
Il want you, but / am not in q talking mood
Con nor and are boaconstriotors about talk
We take great meals of talking, and then we
are silent for long while. Was in the talk
ng stage of joy last night; now have come to
he feeling time. just want to cit here and |
Watoh that lilac shadow eat up the patch Of
'unshine on the hill beyond the lake, and feel
low happy I am. If l talk, shall lose some
If the sights out there"
"Well, can be silent too. / sm sore have
plenty to think about, and much more import
INT things than how q shadow 10 moving"
Lesbis did not fud the tripod seat favor
lble to serious meditation, as it reg uired nice
kill in balancing to keep it upright. Her
we soon left the landRoRDA cutRina In atrav ]