The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-07-07

1 pie made way quietly for tbe horses to move
they were to take up and understand Misa
| Dslys little pantomime. I confess did not
| com prehed what she meant to say to them by
on the crowd. There had been some angry
looks directed towards Lesbia and me. and
| mutterings about proud Englishers aud up
starts. bot Elien's kiss changed she peoples
| was crying. partly from sympathy. and partly
from nervousness. and when Ellen pushed
her forward, ste took oot her handkerchief
| and buried her face in it and so6bsd. The
most eloquent speech ever spoken would
| not have euliated these strange, exsit-
| able peoples sympathies 80 etrongiy IN her
heard the women standing neas say: ips
breaking her heart she is TO zee Them turned
| ont. the darling young lady, with Eiches and
| beauty, and luck that beats every thing in the
world yon ever heard of. She can't enjoy it a.
all, for thinking of the wrong done 10 them
that have to 90. A tender heart she has, be
snre. The blessed saints grant her grace to do
the right thing, and bring the true owners
back to reign over u.s. / am afraid an obvions
method of bringing the true owners back 90
CURED to every man, woman. and child In the
carriage window ~, just as 1t reached the gate,
to take Q last look at the house, and wave an
other good bye to us on the steps. He 10 look
ed up TO as the representatives of the family
what impression do you suppose this scene
made ON Lesbiaf She was talking to me for q
quarter Of an hour just now. and said nothing
about it."
"Tbere are odd little reserves about LIE sbia
every now and then. and I observe it most
whore the Dalya are concerned. She pretends
conduct in putting her forward secretly gave
her extreme pleasure, and that she looks upon
it as q sort OF resignation Of sovereignty in her
favor. almost as good as patent Of nobility
elevatipg her into an old family on the spot.
You won't find her the easier to meuage for it.
only hope che won't consider that 'noblesse
oblige,' and marry Conuor Daily, in order not to
disappoipt the public opinion of the tender
ness Of her heart"
81 begin to think ! was . great fool for con-
senting to stay here"
II don't think it-I know it."
$50 the house is empty, and Lesbis's reign
II don't know what you mean by empty.
There is one person more in it than there was
all last year. when you professed to ind it foil
at is a oomf,rt to know that the old fnrui-
ture will have to stay just where it is till the
house at Eagles Edge is ready to receive it
Lesbia's hands will be stayed. We are respit-
ed from French looking glasses and ormolu for
the present"
"ThsEe is q greater similarity between Les
bias taste and you're than yon give her credit
for; che wss congratulating herself on the same
subject balf an hour ego. / cannot profess to
sympathizs with either Of you. Battered
charms for me, and would not have, If it could
be proved that they had come straight from
Tara's halls, and countless generations Of
them I confess TO o feminine longing for
things of our own they need not be looking
glasses and ormolu. Why should we not suc-
oeed In creating an appropriate, characteristic
Thornley, home ont this house !"
SIT will come to that, suppose, in time
but / wonder why we were in such haste to
alter the appearance of this room when wei frat
better taste, think, il We had left things as
we found them. The oil-painting, for example,
| that used to hang opposite Mr.. Days arm
chair: I happened to see 1t the other day when
I went up into the attics. and really think
we were hasty in bsnshiug it from the room.
We will have it back in its old place for the
few weeks longer we can keep it,.
"My dear John THAT pink aud white
monstrosity with the impossible yellow bair!"
mot 80 impossible when one knows what it
WAS meant for
the wall, and all my franks and Lesbia's were
piled in front of it,"
Very we'll thea, il yea must have the exact
truth, / went mp to the attic on pnrpose to
look at it. moved rhe trunks and lifted it
out, and thought the sight repaid me for my
trouble. There, now, sneer at my taste as
mach as you please, but admire my oandor."
ing whether there 10 not something intoxioat-
ing 10 the air of this country which mounts
up into peoples heads aud makes them senti-
mental against their natuoe. Shall be able
to Withstand IL myself In the long run ]
dread to find myself lost in admiration before
Q picture of Darby O'Roone. Will you let me
have one to match your Colleen BAwn' when
you hang her mp again Z"
Certainly. if yon set your heart upon it:
though say cant see the point of your sug-
gestion."
CHAPTER XXI.
+" The iShes iete with new repaired Ecaie;
Tho adder all her slough away she hiDge;
Tho swift swallow pursueth the flies smalej
The busy bee her hooey now ehe mngsi
Winter 10 worn that was the flowers balej
And thus zee among these pleasant things
Zach care decays AMI yet my sorrow sPrings
SURRLY.
"The winter is over and gone the time of
the singing of birds Is come" The triumph
ant notes of Q skylark raining music from the
heights of eloudless April sky brought these
words into Ellen Dsly's mind as she stood one
morning six months after her fathers death,
in the garden before Eagles Edge, shading her
eyes with her bands from the morning sun-
shine. and Watching the receding figure of her
brother Pelham Rs it dwindled to o speok in
the distance of the winding road towards
which her face was turned. When she hs d
seen him grow into black speck no longer
distinguishable from ths peat piles that bor-
dered the road she intended to return to toe
house and tell her mother that she had kept