The morning star and Catholic messenger., 1879-01-26

Just tell your unole that have come bach
pennilese, and see what his tone will be. Jus,
row money, aud see what his tone will be p
This in q sternly bitter tone that caused the
girl almost to shudder.
my uncle 10 generous, hospitable, and good
and I'm sure Sou will only have to hint and
| have"
"Ha! hal" he laughed, 1--WE shall see."
Miss Ffench earnestly begged her kinsman
to return with her, and at least to escort her
to the inn. whore he could pay his devoir to
her aunt; bot with no sucoess-the very men,
| tion of @ meeting with his relatives seeming to
! freeze and harden him.
Then 1 must go. The daughter of law
| yer, have lost my frst case"
Not through lack CT earpestness and abili-
Then why do not succeed 2"
you haven't the court with you," be laugh
"Whst do you propose to dot"
"To live my own life for q few weeks here,
and then sale Dios"
Bot You will be here for some timef"
"Yes-yes," reluctantly.
"Till Christmssf'
"Yes, till Christmas. Imagine what my
Christmas will be in this house, which used to
rock with reyelry. 1t is just as it should be.
| though. We were improvident. We sowed
the wind, and we have resped the whirlwind.
You and l, Corporal, will keep up the festivi-
ties of Christmas"
Certainly, sir" responded Joyce, with as
little of q festive tone in the words as the
utterances of fashionable undertaken while
conducting the arrangements at funeral.
You will not pass Christmas here alone"
cried Barbara, stamping her feet; 'you and
the Corporal must come over to Tollth aghula,
Why, there's not Firench in all Connemara
that will not eudesvor to get you, Cousin Tom;
80 please to remember that am first"
81 forget nothing"
That is no promise"
A dark shadow fitted across his face as he
replied
the first place, pauper is poor Christmas
guest"
90 bother"
"In the next place my garmeutJ, as you may
perceive, are very faded"
What does that matterf" she burst in ''it
is only mushrooms aad shoddy people who
shine in clothes because they cannot shine any
other way"
"Fhen my spirits very much b allow proof,
and on that day the ghost of the past will sol
emnly walked in Curragb bglass."
~ wish was man, and I'd come over wit
g led horse nug you on its back, and ride
away with you"
II wouldn't have you man for ten thou
sand OF those lacs of rRpees you spoke CT just
now" his dark eyes glowing in 80 strange
way to cause Barbara to lower her lids.
while roses rich and red llng taeir petals over
her sweet yoUng face.
an ruoir" she said I never say adieu"
"WIll you not permit me to ESCORT yon to the
cart 1t must be by the back way-I mean
postsrn it sounds much better-as do be-
lieve the front door will not open without the
aid of the village blacksmith"
Tney descended the oaken stairs SIDE by
side.
What an admirable carpet the dust makes, |
Miss Ff4ench' he laosned Il felt like Robin. !
son Crusoe when discovered my own boot |
mark in its depths. 1t is so soft, so smooth, |
velvety, aud, better than ALL leaves me the |
impression of your dainty foot"
Barbara made no response. She felt hurt, |
irritated, wFonged by his PERSISTENT refusal,
and, although his gallant and pretty speech
was not lost upon fer, it fell on soil that just
at that particular moment was dried up the
scorchlnEs of anger.
These coat- of mail used TO be my terror
when boy, my pride when older. within
each of them Ff,ench gave up the ghost like
a lobster in Is shell. regard them now from
purely commercial point of view, and specu-
late how much they will fetch uuder the nam
mer of the auCtiOnecr"
Goodness gracious!" exclaimed Barbara,
stopping suddenly and facing him. You are
not going to have an auction here"
1--WE must live to eat aud eat to ive,"
WAS his mocking response.
She bit her lips bard. almost till the blood
came.
"There is neither chivalry nor romance in
poverty, Miss Ftrench, said Tom gravely.
Octave Feuillet romanticiz sd q poor young
man. Do you happen to know any heiress
with whom l could sh hut myself up in the ivied
tower here, and fling myself off to save her
usme and fsmef II you do please invite her
here; but must have every feather bed in
CurraRhg lass-I doubt if there is one-,pla seed
at the foot of the tower to break the fall"
They had reached the courtyard.
"If bad silken cloak l would, Walter
Raleigh-like, cast it beneath your feet to psss
you safely over this Slough of Despond, Miss
FIenoh; but as have but one coat must
needs be careful of it, even at the expense of
the ohivslry Of my house,
This tone of banter cruelty lacerated the
girl. She saw in it the inner, hardened de-
spair of the impoverished man, whose pride
betray ed itself IN scornful Pleasantries. oh
ho " she pitied him, and how she longed to be
able to throw golden rope to the master of
that noble mansion.
When they arrived at the gate it was to find
the driver of the car peFched in the topmost
branches of the epple-tree, aud Miss Biddy
Finn standing beneath with q widespread
apron.
"I did not think it was in the power of any
person t. rob Ine, but l find am mistaken.
What ho! young sir" to the appalled, Mickey.
II am jnstice of the peace for this county.
and let me tell you that if you leave single
apple that tree will have you mp for every
crime in the calendar: Aud so you are the
niece of my whilom blooming friend Mrs
Flnn," taking Bddy's chin in his hand and
farming up the child's intelligent face. Tell