News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1902-05-14
MASTER
ana SLAVE !
BY T. n. Thorpe. !
Copyright, 1901, by T. Ii. Thorpe. {
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
BY T. n. Thorpe.
CHAPTER XIX,
CAssANDRA SURVIVES TROY.


persuaded to prolOng his duty
call at the afflicted home. Suffering was
depicted in her face, but also the meek
resignation of the martyr. The priest,
whose breadth of girth had grown in
the pinching times Of war, but whose
hair had thinned and was whitening,
inhaled the smoke of perlque from "a
long pipe with evident satisfaction
though a look of protest seemed to
have settled upon his benignant coun-
tenance. Odette, matured and grave,
sat on a cypress block outside the gate
listlessly looking up and down the de-
serted road. The warm languor of
spring was in the air, the hush of trop-
ical noon was on all the scene.
My child" said Father Grhe, "the
life of a Discalced Carmelite nun is
one of unutterabIe severity. 1t is but
a breathing death. Her cell is, in fact
a grave, her convent a cemetery. More
than figuratively she is dead to the
world. She can scarce be called a
shade Of her former self, immured be-
hind walls and CRATES, barefoot, Shorn,
her sight riveted to the ground, sub
SiSting on crusts dogs would scarce eat.
Were | pope the order should be abol-
ished. Think of some Other-a Sister
of Charity, a Little Sister of the Poor,
a Sister of the Sacred Heart Any of
these serves God by serving his chill
dren in the world he made for them"
ut is your tender heart, father, which
counsels," she replied, and it cannot
fully know the needs and cravings of
my spirit. To mingle with the world
even on pious errands must always re-
mind me in some degree of what l
have lost, of what | have suffered.
Forgiveness of wrongs, forgetfulness
of sorrows, absorption in God the Con-
soler, will soonest come in the cell of
the diScalced nun. And it may be
there my soul will soonest be chasten-
ed and released
Il fear it is the latter hope which
most recruits the ORDER" sighed the
priest.
Let not the subject disturb you fur
ther for the present, father" she said,
''for | will stay by my poor GRANDPA
ther to the end, as / promised, and pos
Sibly then | may be able to see as you
do. VIII NJ. Quillebert, you think, be
cruel enough to disturb grandpere while
he is so illY'
Cruel enough, yes, but scarcely bold
enough to risk the Indignation of the
people,"
"And can you believe NJ. Evariste
will fulfill his threat of coming here
again and repeating his demand upon
me? Can you believe he will after
what / said to him, as l have told your
Il fear he will have the hardhood
and meanness to do so. Whatever of
manliness and generosity he may have
had in former years seems to have
been educated out of him by his tute-
lage to Quillebert," answered Father
Grhe, with a bitterness for which he
atOned that night with 80 Ave Marias
and three readings of the daily office.
Then l pray you to stay here, ia
thcr, as late as YOU can. | will not ask
you to be present at the dread inter-
view, but ! shall have courage from
knowing you are near"
Fear not, daughter. l will remain"
ooh, | wish it was over" she wills
pered, shudGcring.
A shrill scream at the gate startled
both to their feet to see Odctte dart
down the road like bird of fight.
"What can have happened to the
girl? exclaimed Estelle, alarmed
Stay here. l will go and see," said
the priest, and he hurried hatless along
the gravel walk to the gate and out into
the road.
A strange sight met his gaze. The
primitive mail coach from Red River
Landing, on the Mississippi, with it's
leather curtains down and drawn by
two lean and weary ponies, was ap-
preaching. 1t was surrounded by a
score of men on horseback and afoot,
crowding past each other and eagerly
peering through the front and the sides
of the ancient vehicle, all speaking at
once, so that their excited voices pro-
duced an unintelligible hum. Odette,
with her arms round his neck, appear
ed to be dragging a handsome dark
man, whose arm was about her waist,
toward the coach, entreating wildly:
4ldihC mn SCl Dul' LIE llNSl get
out. Do not let him go by! Help him
down! Lead him in! He must not go
by
Father Grhe rushed through the |
group, threw aside the curtain, looked |
within and fell back a step, his face
radiant with ecstatlc establishment. |
Raising his eyes heavenward and |
spreading his open palms, he said sol
EMMY:
: Blessed be the name of the Lord |
now and foreverw
Instantly every head was barred and |
revercntly bowed, and from Incl, the |
old schoolmaster, came the response:
"From the rising to the setting sun
Blessed be the name of the Lord"
Selling the bride bits, the priest pull
cd the unwilling beasts to the gate, tore
off the curtain and extending his arms
within, said:
"Come, your duty stops you here
The merciful and mysterious God has
sent you. Conner
In affectionate embrace he tenderly