The Opelousas courier., 1889-02-02

The voyage was unevcntful, but as
they landed at the Battery Ruth read,
with a great heartbeat, the words
"Castle Garden" ona flag floating over
a large building. t'There, James, look
That's where Peter stays. Do you 60
first" she added shyly, ''and tell him
I'm here" She supposed Castle Garden
was the name of an inn.
james complied, but returned immedi-
ately with a rueful face and explained
| the mistake. Ruth was stunned. James
stood perplexed. Norah, as her
way was, plunged into the midst of
things: sseein' as Peters lost himself
entirely, it's Ruth,s dooty to go to ohier
and wait better tuck"
This advice proved a helpful tonic to
| Ruth's benumb bed faculties. "Your
meanin's kind, Norah, but it's other
than that Til do. If James and you
will bide till the morrow I'll thank ye
and set We free"
The day was declining. James found
a decent lodging house where they
could stay the night. They must eat
Outside, the housekeeper said, indicat-
ing a suitable restaurant near by, where
they took supper.
The girls roomed together. Long af-
ter Norah slept, Ruth kneeled in the
moonlight supplicating to be guided to
Peter; nor did she rise from her knees
until a conviction that she was heard
soothed her anxiety,
She shrank from a second meal in
public. The plainest breakfast at their
lodgings would be a favor. The house
keeper was inlexible.
They repaired again to the restaurant,
and were barely seated when Ruth's
attention was arrested by a conversation
between two respectable looking men
opposite. "What have you DONE" said
one, sswith that handsome black mare
of yoursg'
s'Vixen2 / sold her to Dawson. He
wouldn't have bought her, though, if he
had not secured a young mar as coach
man who masters her perfectly"
stSure, an that's Peter" said Ruth,
half aloud; "TIl see." Norah rcmon-
strated, but Ruth was already across the
floor.
"An' wasn't the young man Peter
Moore, sir, them
"Peter Moore it ives, young woman.
Are you a relation of his2'
s,Yes-that is-Jamesg' turning en-
treatingly towards him.
James came to her relief, made a brief
explanation, and asked if the gentleman
could direct them to Mr.. Moore.
Certainly. I'll write it down. At
Mr.. Samuel Dawson's, No. - Broad
way.
They postponed breakfast and left
Immediately. The stranger accompanied
them to the street to start them right
Returning to his companion, he re-
marked: sMoore's sweetheart is a real
Irish beauty, with that dark, wavy hair
shading her modest face, and those dane
ing blue eyes.a9 q
The party were within six 1oors of
the house when Ruth, touching james
arm, excitedly said: There he is! See!
Callio
James saw, and darted forward. sHo!
Peter, Peter Moore!' Norah followed.
Ruth, whose agitation prevented an
other step, leaned against a convenient
gree.
Peter, reins in hand, was just about
to mount the coach box and drive of,
when James hailed him. Ruth saw Lis
start OF surprise, then the hearty greet
ing, then the reins hastily put into
James hand, and then Peter was at her
side.
me own darlin'i How did ye knot
to seek me here2n
It'll tell you the story later, Peter,
but sure it's God himself that's brought
me to your Then remembering her
objection to the restaurant, "Ohl If
He'd glen me my own blind will this
very mornin'' I'd rot be claspin' your
hand now, dear. re proved mothers
words: The power God allows to
prayers past t~ellin'.'p g
ssWe must thank him together all our
lives,n rejoined Peter.
James and Norah took their train for
the west that night, but not until they
had seen Peter and Ruth made man and
wife.
Happiness needs no chronicler. 1t is
the hearts music. HE hath put a new
song into my mouth, was henceforth
the refrain of Ruth's life, and Peters
manly goodness made the chorus
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