The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1878-06-16

She sat down and played long sonata tast'
fully end well. while the young people con9r.
gated by the open window talking ana Ia isug. \.
ing. From her comfortable chair by the nr'
side Mrs. DAILY noticed all the little imProv,
ments apd nicities of arrangement that brio
had introduced into the room during her thre
years occupancy of it. Ahi she thought
heraelf, she has been able to carry out be
plans. She has coutriyed to train the servan,
under her to o degree Of neatness and carefu
ness that could never persuade them to pra'
tice Tor me. It is because she has had propt
support from the man at the head of the hons
The people under her have not felt, as my SCI
wants did, that the sympathy Of the mastt
| was on their side, and that he thought m
| have mansg ged to organize an orderly hous
such as could have lived happily in, If ha
been alone, or If Dermot had been differen
from what be is It has been very hard o
me. should aotuslly have done better IL
had been alone. My husband has been no sur
port to me.
This was o very ordinary train of thou gh
with Mrs.. DAILY. She had spent great man
painful half hours ia her life. turning aud turn
ing similar thoughts over in her mind. The
came and went; accustomed guests lookin
into her mind with everyday faces of gentl
Sshnd away sssI sav5
entertained 90 usual. She did not know wha
terrible power of pain it was endued with
or that during the few quiet minutes while sh
oommuned with 1t it was piercing her memor.
with sting whose wound was never again t,
cease to ache.
When the crash with which Miss Thornley,
musical study came to an end died away In fh,
room, the conversation In the window grew
audible enough to arrest Mrs. Daly's attentio,
and break the train of ber thoughts It wa
Ellen's voice, o little raised and eager, tina
made itself heard first.
but that 10 just what hate" she was say
ing. "soand reasoning is sure to be on tGs
wrong side always. I just hate IT,
"Thank you" Mr. Thornley, answered, unick.
ly. "You have qoite satisfied me; there is On
cad of onr discussion. You acknowledge that
sound reason is on my side. Call it the wrong
side after that as much as you please"
mo, NO; you won't understand. did not
say reason, said reasoning. I meant that the
reasons that can be put into words are nearly
always wrong. The right side has so much
be said"
sis not that 9 little too ingenious q way Of
claiming to be always right in an argument,
where appearances are against you 2" said Mr.
Thornley,, smiling.
1T is what shall always think"
IAN encouraging prospect for me in future
arguments; or 10 1t warning to keep ont of
them r.
"oh, NO! like arguments, only remember,
Ii you ever really mean to convince me on any
point, you must be unreasonable. Then shall
perhaps think that there may be something
worth Listening to in what you are saying"
Mrs. DAILY noticed look of amusement-
'lightly contemptuous amusement, che thong pht
:, ON beioe 1no!niSy'S 9ace, now turned from
The piano. and she hastened to put an end to
her daughter's exposure of herself by sum.
noning her to accompany her MP stairs, and
help her to get to bed.
Il was growing late when Ellen left her
With many nervous fears that were increased
oy her husbands absence, and Ellen had TO
make earnest promises Of careful supervision
.s to the putting ont of fires and locking of
loors, before her mother could be persuaded
% compose herself to rest.
The other members Of the household had,
however, not yet retired to their rooms. Ellen
leard sounds from the library ss she descended
he stairs. Bride was again at the piano, and
1eebia and Pelham (the only musical member
II the DAILY family were singing q German
vstoh song together. She would have to wait
ould set ont on her promised round Of inspeo.
ion through the house. She thought she
would slip out into the garden, aud look at the
nountains. and breathe the fresh night air,
ound her head, che ran down the front door
teps on to the terrace. The moon was sink
ng ia the west, but the night was not dark
'housands of fery lamps glowed overhead.
rightness, dotted with reflected points of
gut. fhere YVES ntght-tbrus6 singing in
he bushes near the gate. Ellen stood still for
minute OF two to catch the faint warble
Good night, Alrs WELL Good night"-the two
oices Joined in giving the refrain, distinct
nd sweet, and then ceased. She was turning
D 60 in.
q Hiss Eileen, whist! For the love of God
nd His Blessed Mother I want a word with
on. One that's dying there without wants Q
'ord with you for the love of God" These
lords, IN low. hoarse whisper, fell on Ellen's
ar, and at the same moment o hand was laid
n her shoulder from behind. She did not
tart or scream, for the cracked voice and
,embling touch of the hand were familiar of
Id, and she was not surprised, on turning
ound, to find old Molly Malachy standing be-
pre- her, shiveripg, shaking and mumbling
'ith some unusual emotion apparently, but
'oking very natural object to be there.
Tonight, Molly :" Ellen exclaimed. "Do
on want me to go down to the village to- |
ightf Who is dyingf Might not my visit |
Tatt till early in the morning3 You shall 90
18th me to the house now, and get anything |
nat may be wRnted.'
Its You that's wanted, Miss Eileen-a word |
18th yoo. Sure his reverence has been cent |
'r, and is on his way, and there's not minute |
, lose; and oh, Miss Eileen, Miss Eileen, sore |
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