The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-09-22

| to keep down the eobs that would have ois-
have hindered the last yearniug look.
| Whole families kuelt together-old men and
| women, who had cosxed Ellen O'Flaherty to
| ask favors for them of her father, when ber
! lisped requests were sure to be granted, and
| their grandchildren, Who had comeito her Witn
| their 1isped petitioos month or two ago
Some took ono look only, and then buried their
| faces in their hands, aud rocked themselves
| back wards and fIrwArds shaken with noise
! less sobs Others knelt rigid, and looked 10
the last secoud allowed them, with vide
opened eyes, and pale, drawn faces, down
| which the tears trickled slo WY and unheede ed.
.'As the eouls that are let out of Purgstory
on All Souls Dsy, and have to go back at
night, look at the Blessed Virgin through the
windows of heaven" Peter Lynch whispered
to Ellen, after he had sgnaled to the last party
| to rise and go; and coming up close to the low
window, crossed bis arms on the ELL. and con.
descended to plain the scene to Ellen, and
| excuse bimself for the sanction be had given
to this farewell scene, which mig ght dangerous,
ly have ag It ated his mistress had she awakened
| in the midst of il.
| She" he said, poiding his ead towards
Anne. "bsleved me when l told her they
would go off content to morrow without last
have moved. We'd have had riot over 1t
| and the ship would have sailed without em.
50 called them together and made bargain.
Three minutes for each set of yoo,' said, 'as
many as can kneel by the window, if she fall
asleep; and when 1 lift upmy finger you're to
get up and co. Aud some of them have been
there since morning waiting for t1e chance,
and there is not one Of them but will go away
with an easier heart for having had it,"
Peters head here disappeared saddenly, for
Miss OFlsherty moved on the sofa and opened
her eyes, and Ellen rose aud bent over her.
II have had such q strangely vivid DREAM"
she said, sitting up, with an eager, refreshed
look on her face. II thought l was dead al
ready, and lying on an open bier in my grave.
1t was q dark narrow space where was lying,
but at one end there was q door, opening
well,ligbted staircase. which, in my dream, 1
thought led up to heaven. | wanted to ges mp
and go to the staircase, but found myself un-
able rise-there seemed TO be great weight
jnst over my heart pressing me down. Then l
looked up and through the roof of my grave
their tears trickled through the tuIf and fell
on me like lumps of lead and weighed me
down. Then thought heard voices calling
me from tie top of the stairs to come up, aud
one voice said, why don't you pick up the
tears and briug them with you TO he 7 And at
the sound of that voice l seemed TO have
strength TO rise; and began to gather up the
tears, and as did so bright figures trooped
down the stairs and took them out of my hand.
1 expected to see the angels return by the way
they came, but instead of that they rose up
through the roof of the grave, and took the
weeping people by the band and led them
away. l looked after them, and saw that the
bare, psrched-up ground on which they stood
became verdant under their feet, and on every
side waved with grass and flowers and ripe corn.
You were the last lett by the grave, and was
wondering what would happen to you. when
1 heard q sound of horse-hoofs coming down
the road, and immed ediately the scenery of
the dream faded, and thought only of seeing
your father ride mp to this door, as he has
done hundreds of times to bring you home
when you have zen spending the day with
me. Dou't hear tae sound stiil 7"
'Yes,n said Ellen, sit must have been that
sound awoke you. There is some one crossing
the bridge; it is Mr. Thornley,. " ish he had
net appeared just now. 1 wish you had finish
ed your dream, and seen papa come for me-"
I'VE must be patient: great many messen-
gers come to US before the last. an glad it
is Mr.. Thornley,; he is much bstser to ma t1au
the end of my dream, for he will help us
through the rest of our days work, and satisfy
me about the start to morrow. can't depend
on Peters Judgment qnite as securely as l used
to do. 1 have not .ced change in him since
my illness. His head is not what it ueed to
be."
"Or, rather, Miss o. FlaAerty's st1enf IL is fail
ing, its i at that" Ellen said 20 John Thorn
ley. IS .e was le handspring of the life here
though she always contrived to fix her sugges
tions on ether people, and fancy The credit OF
every succe,s due to them. Peter Lynch was
her Frankerste I. mons ter, whom she had
electrified with activity herself, aad of whom
she afterwards stood in awe. 1t is sad to see
bow bewildered he is, poor fellow, that
the source of all his energy and importacce
begins II fail him.
yes, indeed. 1t almost took away my
breath this afternoon to find the great Peter
Lynch CO ming to ne for directors."
II was after two hours CT hard work, when |
the day ~as all bat eu ded, that Ellen and Johu |
Thornley, found time for even much copver. |
sation as this. John had had half an hours |
private Interview with Miss OFlabe-ty, and |
since then had baen actively engaged in sec0r. !
ing lat her arrsngements for tle departure of |
the party of emigrants on the next morning |
should he properly carried ont while Ellen |
busted herself vita minor details, or ! carry |
ing ne Ss to Anne of what was going 90 out of |
doors. JJbn bad iusiruatcd that this last Oh. |
servance bad far bet Ter be omitted, since the |
bearing cf occupation she ha1 longer |
strength to share was a needless stain on |
Anne's endurance; but Ellen could not bring
herself , acqniescein in sach stIrtling nove'ty |
a. that CT any undertaking being brought to a |
conclusion in Good Peoples Hollow without |
the mistress's participation % every step Of it's
progress. By this time the last package of
goods had been piled on tho great wagon that
was to start as soon ss the moon had risen, the
last head of family had been spoken with
and duly instructed in the part he WAS to act
next day, Peter Lynch had gone eff TO bed,
and the entrance-hall, that had been more or
less crowded with people and baggage for the
last few hours. was emptied of all its occu.
pants but John and Ellen. The front door
stood wide open, and the freshness and peace
without we're tempting.
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