Concordance for A garden of roses : Stories and sketches / By Maurice Francis Egan.

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1.    the house seemed to be blotted entirely from the landscape. Outside, there was 
2. re drawn, keep out the gray and a softly tinted lamp stood on the to centre tabl
3. th a piece of embroidery held listlessly in her hands, was another girl, nearly
4. y in her hands, was another girl, nearly a year younger than She was almost blon
5. not very pleasant, if one might parently judge by the expression of her face. A
6. vements with her right and then suddenly making the bass rumble like the echo of
7. torm in the mountains. She was evidently hand, restless. sisters. Margaret, Anna
8. had been dead four years. died suddenly, cut He down in the midst of A GARDEN O
9. rs very His wife, with her three greatly confused. had moved to the only propert
10. greatly confused. had moved to the only property of daughters, his they found u
11. er the bustle of the his city. Unhappily, their made them older than been a gay
12. in which even young girls unfortunately become too often adepts. life in the ci
13. t the girls were to have the most costly articles of that kind ; while their mot
14. ill young, and seal-skin sacks certainly her more interesting in every way than
15. imes with a sigh, as she reflected ously how helpless they were She never though
16. cking in duty or respect. They were only helpless in her eyes, nothing more. Sin
17. age. Anna and Rosalie grumbled privately at this. They said that they could not
18. enjoy themselves so much, and it really cost very little to keep a horse in the
19. te in their way. Rosalie would languidly turn her head from the music rack as he
20. lf out in seeing were served as daintily and that her daughters were kept from t
21. ss of to her mother. as if not generally expected to be very useful. But, Anna c
22. useful. But, Anna could embroider nicely, it seemed as she might sew quite as ni
23. seemed as she might sew quite as nicely, with a little practice. Her Uncle John
24. been made to educate the girls properly. ; They had had various governesses but
25. s of Christians they knew nothing. daily Mrs. Wyckoff saw that something was Avr
26. t useful things for those that were only ornamental but he had preached to pews
27. h people and the Wyckoffs had apparently been rich. Margaret looked around the r
28. sodden lawn and the damp masses of newly-fallen leaves. "I have finished that no
29. g lived in England They have such lovely times What with five-o'clock teas and h
30. science," said Rosalie, somewhat sharply. "It ruins the memory, and makes one di
31. " Do not my is dears." "Rose we're only talking nonsense, mother, not quarrelli
32. dge," began Mrs. Wyckoif, apologetically, "I have not had time to touch it. Hann
33. h an amused look. " At your age was only a child." "Times have changed, mamma,"
34. way, mamma. I Margaret paused, evidently expecting that announcement would be re
35. ares of life!" said Margaret, tragically. III. Mrs. Wyckoff was absent longer th
36. nt to the window, but she could see only a piece of a woman's gown through the r
37. e sharp air outside. She smiled cheerily, and kissed Margaret on brown She had n
38. girls before Her brown hair was smoothly arranged her neatness of head-dress was
39. ; ; conditions of dishevelment. The only orna- ment she wore was a gold medal of
40. re " she exclaimed, ! home. But cheerily. I've interrupted you," she continued,
41. aper in Margaret's hand. is "This really like a Madge was about to read a poem,"
42. fore she had felt in her heart a kindly armth towards her cousins. It died out
43. 7 She looked at the pretty adornsuddenly. ments of the room with changed eyes. T
44. hidden roses, sweetness, to fade Gently, gently as rose life closes, Known by a
45. roses, sweetness, to fade Gently, gently as rose life closes, Known by away To l
46. roval. Philomena repeated, rather coldly " It's very sweet." She thought, rememb
47. poem?" "It was said the turning suddenly. of the thought of a lifetime." crystal
48. pretty," said Philomena, apologetically, in answer to Anna's wrathful glance is
49. koff, at the tea which was very daintily arranged, that Philomena had made a bad
50. hilomena, who was her dead sister's only child. She and Margaret had visited thi
51. nger, and Mrs. "Wyckoff cherished fondly the remembrance of that last precious v
52. mma." 20 STORIES AND SKETCHES. "But only let I will help you!" " cried Philomena
53. nd then she quoted, rather mischievously : " I would make my life a garden of ro
54. e days of her wearisome. She arose early to find very Mrs. Wyckoff hard at work
55. visit dairy. down ladies did not usually come Philomena stairs until after nine
56. and gardens. Her cousins came languidly rosy cheeks. without animation or appet
57. t which meant playing snatches of nearly tried to evolve another : A GARDEN OF R
58. the eggs that the hens hid so carefully, to help the careless A Hannah to in al
59. away. Sisters, The good committed early in life, most menial work done at the c
60. hall be a Mrs. Wyckoff looked hopelessly at the conand dining-room Hannah had go
61. and dining-room Hannah had gone suddenly. fusion of the kitchen "What "I had Sis
62. " A GARDEN OF ROSES. 23 Wyckoff, eagerly. "You I love to have you, dear besides,
63. oses, Known To by sweetness, away Gently, gently as rose-life closes, live for o
64. own To by sweetness, away Gently, gently as rose-life closes, live for others, a
65. l life is prose," said Margaret, loftily. I could gain riches and fame by anythi
66. red Margaret, coloring. "No; not exactly. I have seen them in my dreamlife." Oh
67. g attitude, "that convent girls get only a smattering of things acquire only a s
68. only a smattering of things acquire only a superficial idea of the world's great
69. asked Philomena, in surprise. "Certainly," said Anna, with an ape-like air of af
70. rrot-like voice. Philomena made no reply. This was a new What she had done, she
71. well, without talking much about simply it. Indeed, the girls at the convent ha
72. ery hour of their life, and prayed daily to be remembered by His Mother at the h
73. the decorating of the repository on Holy Thursday." Anna uttered an exclamation
74. hair, and The tired look faded gradually went to sleep. face, and she appeared s
75. temper, or do anything I I am naturally a very did not want to do. idle, impati
76. their walk, laden with bundles of richly tinted At once they set to work to make
77. garet had read her poem very effectively, and Mrs. Treverne had offered to have
78. it printed for her in the Redlands Daily Eagle. est Philomena, sure that Mrs. Wy
79. ion that she might have some wonderfully red maple leaves for the little shrine
80. was they might the genius of the family, and she ought to be respected accordin
81. nd she ought to be respected accordingly "I by strangers. don't wish to be rude,
82. continued Philo; mena, coloring slightly, and keeping her eyes on the leaves in
83. leaves in her hand " but I do hate silly bits taken from novels and given out as
84. made the other day was from it was only an echo of George Ouida ! ' ' ; Eliot "
85. SKETCHES. garet, if you read fewer silly books, and " helped your mother more, y
86. et, " She would rather see us carelessly. enjoy ' ' ourselves." "But Mrs. d'Eres
87. gain. " She asked aunt, and particularly for my begged me to invite her and Rosa
88. g. " Come, Kose," said Margaret, loftily ; "let us try my poem as a duo." " I wo
89. y when she comes, Philomena and honestly, dear, I have nothing to wear." want to
90. he " Following of Christ they who freely and willingly serve self, 35 " : " And
91. of Christ they who freely and willingly serve self, 35 " : " And shall Me, rece
92. morning, and I felt that she was really speaking to God. Now, ful. ! Anna, you
93. epted Mrs. AYyckofFs excuses reluctantly, but civilly took her substitute. Mrs.
94. yckofFs excuses reluctantly, but civilly took her substitute. Mrs. Wyckoff seeme
95. if to. sacrifices." My d'Eresby, gently, an old woman, and I have seen a great
96. quotation. of the drive. Rosalie eagerly drank and solemn ceremonies. in the res
97. , not come. Rosalie listened tremblingly to the who spoke with no doubting voice
98. omena clasped her cousin's hand in reply. A GARDEN OF ROSES. 39 Mrs. Wyckoff had
99. ursionists. But Mrs. d'Eresby graciously declined, leaving an invitation for the
100. e afternoon, when the three were merrily engaged in the kitchen. would make you
101. make you like her mother said seriously, "I believe I would become a But I Cath
102. ut Mrs. Wyckoff begged her so vehemently not to dis- appoint Mrs. d'Eresby, and
103. me. Margaret particular, was very santly. she found fault inces- Mrs. Wyckoff ha
104. Now she had less had time to think only ! time than usual. No had been found. h
105. she could hear Margaret singing, "Gently, gently as rose-life closes, To live fo
106. d hear Margaret singing, "Gently, gently as rose-life closes, To live for others
107. little ! mena's picture. She could dimly see Philo" " Sainte Mere she She sank t
108. hem was Philomena's little picture. Only Philomena and her cousins were there ;
109. more. "Cousin," cried Margaret, suddenly throwing herself at Philomena's feet, "
110. Philomena's tears head. if I could only bring her back!" fell fast on her cousi
111. ena ended the prayer she had begun "Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us now an
112. the scores of the music she so carefully copied, caused her heart to ache the ;
113. one friend. "Oh, you the if I could only have repaid you a died." just a little!
114. dinner was perfection. It was generally a very frugal the THE SECRET OF THE OLD
115. ner it, about a great deal and generally contrived to introduce ; but Mary thoug
116. r father's worn satin tie, how carefully ; brushed his glossy black suit, ! how
117. fourth His " parts" violin scrupulously in the were wonders of legibility. Not
118. he house was the residence of one family, instead of half a dozen, it had been a
119. erday. It will make you happy could only add Here he gasped, and he The rent's p
120. months. could 49 I Sure it was the only investment make for you, darling. You w
121. am," said "Well, you are," Mary, timidly. answered the visitor, de- "Read these
122. de- "Read these tracts." And the cidedly. woman gave her several leaflets, "Why
123. man " He sees the light now." feelingly. " He sees the in Heaven," cried Mary,
124. manists in this house. Ah, what a lovely calla-lily !" " That said Mary, her fac
125. this house. Ah, what a lovely calla-lily !" " That said Mary, her face still flu
126. n would think that Catholics were really not She cut a bunch of taught to forgiv
127. o." Mary did not go. But it was the only opI should not ' ' portunity of gaining
128. emory and she knew She played very badly, depend on, except her cooking and sewi
129. er father to Prospect Park. She had only once or twice crossed the Ferry to the
130. f the afflicted the solace of the lonely. usual. There was a crash upstairs, lou
131. he cut on the baby's forehead was really slight. Forgetting the risks that might
132. ter," they demanded, 1st das ? " Luckily Mary had found the packet of plaster in
133. lasped over her heart, as Mary skilfully plastered the baby's wound, and washed
134. for Mass," she " It is o'clock." nearly eight wish I could go," Mrs. Schmid sai
135. ou, cried Wilhelmina, August ! ! shrilly. August, a big, flaxen-haired boy, with
136. t of late," said his mother hesitatingly. "He has no work, and his clothes are t
137. is sides. "I will not," he said, sulkily. "You only 58 STORIES AND SKETCHES. mad
138. I will not," he said, sulkily. "You only 58 STORIES AND SKETCHES. made them wors
139. airs. The people in the house were early risers. It still wanted a Mary went dow
140. ld not go to Mass, haunted her. Suddenly she took off her gloves and her But the
141. ork at my hand. It Here some From neatly cloth. a drawer, wherein laid, many thi
142. ethel ; then you will listen to the holy the Scriptures, which " ears have never
143. oman of the tracts, as Mary "Stop deftly cut the cloth she had brought. are comm
144. your priests teach you ? " Mary slightly. paused, surprised. a Her cheeks a flus
145. und for him? and was not his coat neatly mended? he must behave himself well. Au
146. antern every time she went to Mass early in the morning, and how they tried to m
147. SECRET OF THE OLD VIOLIN. 63 had deftly adorned the table was generally admired
148. d deftly adorned the table was generally admired. " Ah," sell it said August, "
149. flaxen-haired Alphonsus, apologetically. She was said, smiling. of the boy's qu
150. oy's question thinking The Schmid family did not long remain em. " Never mind,"
151. children. then August said, " hush "Only," continued Mary, "till else to do." he
152. ght until later. dren were comparatively docile in her hands, especially the gir
153. ratively docile in her hands, especially the girls, who were very willing to go
154. she went through it new way. It bravely. The walls of the " extension " were al
155. " but much," she thought, they Suddenly, after her nosegays were made, THE SECR
156. cigarwith pieces of tin-foil, carefully ironed smooth. " I saved them from smok
157. lock the nosegays were ready, and neatly arranged in the lid of Mrs. Schmid's ma
158. ing all over with grins, marched proudly up to the table, and drew from his pock
159. l s of small coin. He put them carefully on the table. "What is this?" asked Mar
160. cried Mary, her eyes bright"And the ugly Japanese rose, too I ! " ! August, "sev
161. have gone crazy. "No," she said, sharply. "My August You will take only what he
162. , sharply. "My August You will take only what he has earned. him what you will."
163. of her future, she had found the work ly, which would help her to live. Her whol
164. hole She thought had been for the family up-stairs. had hoped to help them to br
165. ther did not come that season until July, .and the roses were all put ; back. By
166. re all put ; back. By added fifty ; July, Mary, who was very frugal, had to her
167. l went into business together, to supply the florists, not the public. They were
168. ded her somewhat rewhich, over gretfully, was selling at ten cents a bud to the
169. olin. "I wonder what kissing it tendtrly. "I wonder what my holds," she said, fa
170. n but I admit that Pierwas not so easily managed. ; "He is a wicked, wicked boy!
171. ux Pierrot was to one of her seen wildly rushing a helmet. down the street with
172. tew-pan. Pi-er-rot ! come here instantly," continued his step-mother. Pierrot ev
173. d heated. elevated his tin He gracefully head proached her, and made covering, a
174. " Behold the ruin " she said tragically. " I did'nt think !" stammered Pierrot.
175. fears were aroused, and she accordingly stairs to see what he was doing. Her in
176. a bad ; boy, although he was exceedingly thoughtless and it seemed hard, indeed,
177. l Rouge. He was not received very kindly, for the 76 STORIES AND SKETCHES. landl
178. lame was, as a matter of course, usually left on his shoulders, and bad accounts
179. the house with much force, and gradually reached the level of the second floor.
180. level of the second floor. Unfortunately, the house was situated on low ground.
181. RD. 77 Le Cheval Rouge was comparatively safe from the encroaching flood. As soo
182. Have you seen her ? " he asked anxiously, of one of the bystanders. No one had s
183. danger filled him with fear. She loudly for her. was sick in in bed, the river
184. ater, and seizing from a bundle of newly cut saplings, 78 STORIES AND SKETCHES.
185. he prayer on his lips, struck out boldly, pushing along by means of his pole. Th
186. his hands. last He proceeded very slowly, but at reached the house. foot above t
187. ot above the win- The water was scarcely a dow of the second story. Into this wi
188. and the of the Red Horse was graciously call pleased to Pierrot a brave little
189. t. His step-mother embraced him tenderly, scolding him at the same time for havi
190. in very large straw hats were extremely busy in this garden, which was surround
191. the buds. She drew it up rather quickly, however, with a long red scratch on th
192. me," she said " can do things carefully. ruefully. " I never " and Nora, "That'
193. said " can do things carefully. ruefully. " I never " and Nora, "That's because
194. r try back the thorny branches, engently pushing joyed the perfume to her heart'
195. w is Corpus Christi. We'll have a lovely bouquet for the High Altar, are any flo
196. bird with blue-tipped wings. "It's only Jack's jay," said Nora. "Jack has taugh
197. d played checkers but they were strictly forbidden to sing in concert. They had
198. Bridget. ; ! the house. Jack was really sorry for his thoughtlessness. But how
199. nd those of Jack's sisters were the only ones in bloom he did not like the of as
200. erch upon his finger. Charlie, knowingly, twinkled his eyes and said: "Good-morn
201. s soon as sacrifice they could be safely removed. Jack was glad that he made thi
202. hen he saw how delighted by were greatly the wealth of flowers he brought his si
203. never Charlie could escape he invariably " Good-mornflew to Jack's window, and s
204. window, and said " then he would quietly wait to be carried ing back to his new
205. oy ap- 90 STORIES AND SKETCHES. parently not over ten years of age. His clothes
206. f age. His clothes were clean and neatly patched. He looked wistfully at the cro
207. and neatly patched. He looked wistfully at the crowd of a slight breeze rustlin
208. ouquet a cracked cup at home. was really exquisite, and Ned devoured it with his
209. ! given him the passion-flower the only one " So I have Ned by this But it can'
210. it can't be helped now." time was fully a square ahead, with the precious flowe
211. as not successful in the apple naturally He was tender-hearted, to and he allowe
212. adings of his papers. He longed ardently for books, and he read He eagerly anyth
213. dently for books, and he read He eagerly anything that came in his way. had been
214. ht lie had nothing to offer to that Holy Mother. Yes, he had his prayers and his
215. ; ! A PASSION FLOWER. flower. 93 softly took the flower from the button hole of
216. le of his jacket, and laid it reverently rails. He within the altar Shortly afte
217. ently rails. He within the altar Shortly afterwards, the lady who had bought the
218. ; by which condescension Ned was greatly conand one of his fused, flattered and
219. phrase and ready" describes him exactly. rough was neither very young nor very
220. this world and the next, was not likely to be very ; if happy. One evening, whe
221. a pile of packing-boxes and hesitatingly The stone approached the prostrate sail
222. from which a stream of blood was slowly trickling. The small boy raised the hea
223. nterrupted Tom. " No doc- tor need apply ; I am only a little topsy-turvy. Give
224. om. " No doc- tor need apply ; I am only a little topsy-turvy. Give us a lift, y
225. Blame it! the damp gets into a violently. fellow's eyes on nights like these." T
226. , the sailor rose As the two went slowly through Lewis was the streets, Tom refl
227. is was the streets, Tom reflected deeply. to take his leave when they reached th
228. sonny," he said in his rough, but kindly tone, " I'm going to adopt you. I'll gi
229. y." And self the astonished boy suddenly found him- Tom Bluff. Time passed. Tom
230. was a very quiet boy, or that he simply did not like fun and play, but I do tha
231. he ice. takes place in the month of July. generally The sailors were amusing the
232. es place in the month of July. generally The sailors were amusing themselves on
233. dogs belonging to Muk-he-be-out's family were fighting and snarling among themse
234. he hut. The hut-builders were too deeply engrossed in their business to notice t
235. tuated by one impulse, they fled rapidly from the place. Tom and Lewis were left
236. o lose. it. He grasped his knife tightly. still in the hut. There was no time To
237. t as you can." "No," said Lewis hoarsely, "I'll not go without you." " Go " ! cr
238. launch his block of ice. Tom lay wholly at the falling, his knife had been merc
239. bear. In knocked from his hand. Suddenly a pistol-shot reechoed among the ice mo
240. ge and brought The second bear, probably thinking pain. that discretion was the
241. iven Tom. his face, Tom back to was only stunned. The color came and he started
242. English. clutched Tom's arm convulsively. "Why that belongs to Lewis," said Tom,
243. een two icebergs. Mr. Arlyn was the only person who survived the disaster, which
244. up the coast. He had been treated kindly by the Esquimaux. Among them he had wat
245. from a horrible The Morning Star safely reached home. Tom no He all longer goes
246. sunlight, and the faint breath of early spring, Joe Murphy canie down stairs wh
247. phy canie down stairs whistling blithely as a lark. In the small room which serv
248. her son were kitchen, all and the family. a perfect picture of neatness. the sno
249. on the wall, every object in the poorly-furnished room showed the pres- Our Lad
250. K. 107 Joe stood by her, her head barely reached the Time and trouble had level
251. ur coat to-morrow." Joe laughed cheerily, and, walking over to the window, looke
252. ng over to the window, looked admiringly at the tuft of shamrock that grew in a
253. to speak than she to hear. "It's nearly half-past seven, and you should be at t
254. rell on the stairs." " "Would you really give you?" like to know what I'll "I am
255. s evening, he hastened away to his daily labor. "He never thinks of himself at a
256. at a high desk, in an up- right, elderly way. lived in the James Tyrrell Joe. sa
257. tand on the the corner rooms immediately above those occupied by Murphy s. Tyrre
258. e, and when he did come he was generally The trouble was, he had become " with "
259. uble was, he had become " with " a jolly set of fellows, with acquainted whom he
260. phy had gone to and as he walked briskly up towards the office, with his mother'
261. ttle room at home. St. Patrick's ; early Mass ! ters. Entering the office, Joe o
262. ning. " Good morning," said Joe. " Early enough to-day, I hope, to please old Ma
263. this moment for you," said Joe, gravely. a gray-haired, kind-looking Tyrrell at
264. y gold rose ; each petal was exquisitely cut. While Mr. Maher was showing the wa
265. you sir." "Oh, yes." Mr. Maher carefully laid the watch within Tyrrell's desk an
266. ting Mr. Maher shook his head negatively ; they searched for it on the floor, ho
267. ent to the desk. He examined it minutely. Between the desk and the lid lay a spr
268. shamrock, as if it had been accidentally caught and crushed there. Mr. Maher gla
269. 13 " You may search me, sir." He hastily turned his pockets inside out. Joe plun
270. thief! " cried Tyrrell. Joe indignantly protested his innocence. Mr. Maher list
271. innocence. Mr. Maher listened patiently and sorrowfully. When Joe's tears entir
272. Maher listened patiently and sorrowfully. When Joe's tears entirely : choked his
273. d sorrowfully. When Joe's tears entirely : choked his words, Mr. Maher spoke " W
274. ed it in the desk, in order more plainly to fix the guilt on Joe. When he had to
275. alls of which daylight disappeared early. I could not read all day, and I needed
276. dow. the draughts," somebody was plainly impossible, as the smallest cracks were
277. feel "You said, although this * Slightly altered. 116 A GOOD EXAMPLE. 117 husban
278. is evening you what I have seen." Hardly had I been installed on my sofa near th
279. ant for amusement now." She smiled sadly, and a tender remembrance made my heart
280. r remembrance made my heart beat quickly. I hid my face in hands, for I had a li
281. from earth into the home of her Heavenly Father. I thought of my two boys at sch
282. eyes, and In complexion, and very lively and merry. her arms the latter held a p
283. ed out some water. I watched attentively through the windowWhat unfortunate doll
284. nd a cape on its shoulders was certainly not a doll, for it moved and ! turned I
285. thered it with When the girls had nearly "Do you know who those children are, Lo
286. ering what had interested me so strongly, had ceased knitting, to look from the
287. e themselves do not seem very melancholy," I thought, turning again to the windo
288. I thought. The winter wind blew roughly against the panes, and so I could not o
289. ou know him?" " A little I asked eagerly. him, and even to say a few words. "The
290. ve no daughter," I thought. sufficiently to salute " When you meet him again, te
291. . My of two little friends stood timidly at the foot my sofa. A near view of the
292. d!" " Yes," continued Genevieve, gravely sleeps in ; "he nicer our ; doll's bed,
293. He too long." caressed the cat's softly never opened his eyes, but purred ; hur
294. carpet on which a dog and which was only shaken now and then but the little babb
295. to be alone sometimes he cries so loudly that he makes our slept, ; : ; rat afra
296. now, niadame?" asked Theresa, anxiously. "Papa said you were sick, and that if
297. ed Genevieve, embracing me energetically. The cat awakened he walked around the
298. ned he walked around the ; room uneasily. 124 STORIES AND SKETCHES. "He girls, k
299. n a wooden my work-basket. reproachfully. if in "Faradet!" The cat meowed withdr
300. w said Theresa, protest, but plaintively, as his paw and de- scended gently. "Yo
301. ively, as his paw and de- scended gently. "You see how good he is, madame " ! ex
302. little faces were turned supplicatingly towards me. Too long ! I looked at the
303. n to love one another. I will be greatly obliged to you if you will their permit
304. Xo, no," I returned I liked rats quickly. even less than white cats. From that d
305. along the curtains I can't tell ? Truly, little it is the rat ; how these girls
306. act the arrangement my room very greatly since the discovery of our new friends.
307. iends. Each day they made me an of early visit. They brought their books and I A
308. em lessons. Genevieve but Theresa hardly spelled; ; they wrote a page or two the
309. h here," we must Genevieve had prudently decided at home." keep something The do
310. , 130 STORIES AND SKETCHES. triumphantly. noise "That doesn't sound like the Gen
311. and they called Ravande, who was cosily stretched at Faradet was running hither
312. ar the latter raised head good-naturedly. My son Henri was I placed my seated on
313. e. " Little girls," he said disdainfully. gave the his ; ' ' ' ; "Animals, "adde
314. S HYMN. were three in the O'Meara family, Nora. Little Thomas, Nora was seven ye
315. his religious duties as he had formerly done. The morning sunlight, shooting li
316. Oh, I remember now," cried Nora, eagerly continuing " : Angels adore Him, in slu
317. d Nora, father, raising eyes imploringly. "Do as I bid you." And Nora, obeyed, d
318. r with her tears. Thomas O'Meara shortly afterward was discharged by his employe
319. ut he meet them there. was not Anxiously Mrs. O'Meara scanned every face on the
320. the different farm- houses. Alas Surely the people would know him. she did not
321. sick with fever. She grew worse, finally becoming delirious. There was no house
322. A CHRISTMAS HYMN. 135 Out on the lonely road sounded the merry Two persons were
323. nd another. The moon sleigh shone coldly bright on the far-reaching expanse of s
324. were wrapped up and taken to the warmly, placed in the sleigh, kind employer's
325. d to understand what they said, not only to him, but to each other. One bright s
326. e and sweetThe children were not usually perwilliams. mitted to go into this gar
327. Blessed Lord to-morrow." " May we really pick them where we like ? " And childre
328. with their laughter and shouts. Suddenly Jennie "screeched," as Eddie expressed
329. bee in my stocking ! "Take "Bees proudly. Jennie it off quick!" it " Oh, Eddie,
330. the world pulled Sir off. it was easily The question now arose, how was Gold Be
331. ion. Jennie shook her stocking violently, threw on the ground and ran under the
332. n the heel of the stocking. Breathlessly Jennie shook the stocking. Eddie and Ja
333. tocking. Eddie and Jap watched anxiously for the bee to appear. But no bee came.
334. trition. After this the day went happily, and their mother smiled and kissed the
335. s very young. Aunt Martha was not really her aunt. She was a "lone woman," whose
336. the how dangerous next day she generally forgot her sorrow, and rode Brindle aga
337. ode Brindle again. Aunt Martha generally had " company" on Friday nights, becaus
338. ing were over. The company ' ' generally was three old ladies from West ton, the
339. " called it. Germantown," they Suddenly, while they and Aunt Martha were drinki
340. ater bubbled up, she had been found idly ga/ing into the brook, trying wreaths o
341. d her. " " cried Aunt Martha indignantly. Shouting " You shout from morning unti
342. Kitty associates with that Irish family ? " "I saw her with these eyes picking
343. whose great-grandfathers had come mostly from the North of England. A colony of
344. and. A colony of Irish people had lately settled among them, who, though very po
345. e man, quite as well penter, exclusively had been educated as the people among w
346. remark, the air open her mouth to reply a scream rang through and caused the ol
347. . was Rose O'Raflerty, her frock tightly clinging to her, and the water from it
348. ver his face. His clothes were literally "soaked." Willie Newcomb was Mrs. Brigg
349. Oh, Aunt Martha, Willie called Rose ugly names, and said he wouldn't play with h
350. boy " All this was delivered so rapidly that Aunt Martha made Kitty say it over
351. was put to bed at once, and Rose safely ensconced in Kitty's room, much to the
352. iments towards poor Willie. She actually declares she would have let him drown.
353. en read Burton's ' Anatomy of Melancholy, 'and when I do, I have to use spec152
354. ded sausage, and held it up triumphantly before the conclave. cry of delight was
355. ng his nose savage " Ha Ha " ferociously. " " Give the said Harry captain the fi
356. ! ! ! ! Jones. The sausage was solemnly presented to the Then the owner captain
357. E T. I. AND B. B. E.'s. 159 Pat suddenly drew out of his pocket a big He threw i
358. he floor. It acted as live crabs usually acted, and the T. I. and B. B. E.'s yel
359. ll from his throne and sprawled Suddenly a voice was heard on the stairs "You Ha
360. un to fall, at people were. first slowly, then quickly, with many a whirl. The p
361. people were. first slowly, then quickly, with many a whirl. The passers-by turn
362. d went to the window. After awhile, only a few white feathers fell, Then the boy
363. eathers fell, Then the boys, with slowly and reluctantly. brooms and shovels, be
364. en the boys, with slowly and reluctantly. brooms and shovels, began to ring bell
365. oys ' ' Jack and Willie looked longingly at these at work. " Why can't we go out
366. you might let them go. It is very jolly outside. I'd like to go myself, if it w
367. we could ! ' ' " ! ' ' sleigh Gracefully turning the corner, like a swan floatin
368. n floating on a lake, came a beautifully curved ! Here conies another " sleigh,
369. e-looking. The man who drove was heavily muffled in furs. The children could not
370. hildren could not see his face. Suddenly the sleigh was stopped at the door and
371. d the driver ran up their steps actually ; their steps. The children looked less
372. lter, oh, Walter!" Walter was very jolly. "I've come to take you all out to Ridg
373. ats and hats, scarfs and gloves. Finally, everybody was helped into the sleigh,
374. y was helped into the sleigh, and nearly smothered in buffalo robes. How happy t
375. ssed the big through the Park as quickly as driving-rules would let them, and th
376. induced Aunt Frances to say other lively which sent the children into convulThey
377. hich she of her fur wrap. laid carefully in the pocket The ; air was fresh ; the
378. y all blue and the bells jingled lightly ; and Walter, gold finding the country
379. or. "Come in ; in," she said, cheerfully. "Come dinner's Walter. "I sir," she sa
380. grew bigger and bigger. "Isn't it lovely!'" cried the girls. and They pushed and
381. snow. He went to get it, but it was only some dried leaves. Just as he turned, L
382. that in the hot days of summer scarcely a breath of air stirred the clothes whi
383. etched across from house to Occasionally the children in saw a court city sparro
384. ng for wretched. air 169 was very Nearly all the Court worked women and at child
385. y in a close room, they ought could only ask the Sisters to pray for him and his
386. ed in vice. The parents If he could only reach the children, there might be some
387. ng to pelt the sidewalks. There was only one little girl in the schoolroom. She
388. to the teacher. their far-away look only when sound startled her. She seemed som
389. suppose." did not look ashamed. She only her chin harder against her slate, and
390. about fifteen years of He bowed politely to Father Beresford age. and Sister Ros
391. ES. said; " the rain came up so suddenly that I took the liberty of knocking "Pa
392. is my son RobFather. As we have recently moved into to your parish, I think you
393. " Father Beresford looked at her gravely, " I am not rich, Sister Rose is not ri
394. ry Thorn son. slate, pencil, reluctantly put down her and sponge, and followed M
395. er Grace Court was not talked pleasantly to far off. little Mrs. Wisby girl the
396. of all winter. Mary listened ; but only said far : "I wish I lived away away, w
397. d. At last, when Mrs. Wisby was entirely out of breath, Mary stop- ped before a
398. t landing. She turned the knob nervously. The room was full of smoke. A woman wa
399. " she whispered 1 shall die if nervously, " don't, don't let them take me away f
400. the health of the children, particularly as it is done in close, filthy rooms. I
401. oon as they can walk. Some of them badly need this money. to remove a great obst
402. Thorn's people. children If I could only reach the children, I could soon touch
403. aster eggs, but, although it wanted only three weeks of the great feshe had not
404. pictures which the decorator are really These, of course, we could not take to
405. ve learned paint a flower or a butterfly. But, Father," I will try continued Rob
406. le the reading, writing, children busily pasted pictures on the false eggs. Befo
407. little subdued than little girls usually are. The winter had been long and drear
408. ut their dear mother, that they scarcely dared play for fear of disturbing her.
409. because see them so often. you Seriously, the children are quite bleached after
410. nd for Aunt Susan." ! ! "It is too early in the season. They will catch cold in
411. And who was an old friend of the family, took his leave. n. Kose sat at the pia
412. wo and three." Cecilia was crying softly to herself over a seam which would go c
413. your piece may make us feel more lively." Kose laughed. " More lively ! " " Cec
414. ore lively." Kose laughed. " More lively ! " " Cecilia, " It ! I've played it so
415. e," " The Maiden's Prayer." "How gravely. piece ? beautiful," exclaimed Cecilia,
416. a, very the "What is name of that lively " " The Young Lady's Aspirations." WHAT
417. You are the cleverest one of this family," said Cecilia; "Anna is the prettiest,
418. be pretty," said Anna. If Cecilia's ugly, I'm ugly. we're alike as two peas." "
419. " said Anna. If Cecilia's ugly, I'm ugly. we're alike as two peas." " Everybody
420. d a Anna was the prettiest of the family compliment which she rejected with disg
421. m " I don't." said Cecilia, emphatically. 186 STORIES AND SKETCHES. It ' ' ' Eos
422. ' ' ' Eosie is prettier would be lovely. than Eose.' Annie is sweeter than Anna
423. , beginning to cry "Why, Cecilia!" silly?" asked ' "Don't!" "What are you crying
424. e you crying call for, Eose, indignantly. "I knew you would me Silly.' You ' two
425. indignantly. "I knew you would me Silly.' You ' two could have pet names, but I
426. e sure to call Cecilia ' couldn't. Silly for short. was plain that Cecilia was i
427. y day. They loved their mother devotedly, but their mother never exacted anythin
428. IN THE COUNTRY. was of a more melancholy 187 dis- were. Cecilia position than th
429. hers. Her chief occupation, particularly on rainy days, was to compare her short
430. s not an old lady. Aunt Susans generally seem This Aunt Susan was young. ; She s
431. ssed Cecilia and Anna. Rose was heartily glad to see her. Cecilia could not help
432. satchel, Rose ; "Oh, this is just lovely," cried but don't open it yet." Rose. "
433. on a rainy day, too. It is just ' lovely ! wiped her eyes and snuffled. the diss
434. u first and promised Anna a She scarcely noticed me. She doll's tea-set. told An
435. ecause I am the black swan of the family." " you we love you And the two little
436. I love ! ! their sister enthusiastically. Aunt Susan entered the room at ment, l
437. !" Then she opened It the satchel slowly and ceremoniously. was an ordinary-look
438. It the satchel slowly and ceremoniously. was an ordinary-looking alligator-skin
439. at "Tell me," said Aunt Susan, coaxingly. "Are you sick?" "Oh, no," answered is
440. k?" "Oh, no," answered is Cecilia. "Only I'm nobody. Everybody am. But then I ca
441. and I'm not pretty, like Anna. I'm only a half-orphan, with nobody to love me."
442. ldren they seemed, too -r- were entirely wrapped up Mrs. Desmond had been oblige
443. er corner, and of the rejected defiantly gifts. possessed shall herself do with
444. country. " Children," she said, gravely, "I want you Do you think to try to thi
445. to try to think more of others. the Holy Child ever thought much of Himself and
446. e like pleasant Him." Then, very timidly, for Aunt Susan had little confidence i
447. parThree old oaks stood close ticularly lovely. country village surrounded by f
448. ee old oaks stood close ticularly lovely. country village surrounded by farms. t
449. ich in the spring was fringed with early, scentless violets, in the summer by ta
450. nt Susan loved to say her rosary quietly, and then to read or to sew. "Here," sh
451. ity of anybody needing They were rapidly becoming selfanything. ish ; and the ov
452. ling it to Mrs. Desmond, the latter only smiled, and said that old maids' childr
453. d that old maids' children were the only perfect ones in selfishness. felt She w
454. ing to Mrs. Desmond She spoke frequently of the life of the Holy Child, and trie
455. spoke frequently of the life of the Holy Child, and tried to teach them by Aunt
456. said Cecilia, bursting into tears. only an outcast. I believe I am a changeling
457. e I am a changeling, and that mamma only adopted me." Aunt Susan laughed. a foun
458. words you cannot understand. How lonely the old WHAT THEY FOUND IN THE COUNTRY.
459. e " Gracie walk. She trotted along gaily. For the first time the children were u
460. first time the children were unselfishly happy. " Oh, how I do love a real meat
461. he open lots, whose level space was only broken by the high chimneys of factorie
462. nd the darkness, that she could scarcely speak. ""NVe must take care of these ch
463. ad, in spite of a person children really think that I can be of use?" all, to be
464. k handkerchief around its neck. The Holy Child likes us to be kind to "And how "
465. THEY FOUND IN THE COUNTRY. 203 the Holy Child would surely send Aunt Susan. The
466. COUNTRY. 203 the Holy Child would surely send Aunt Susan. Then they fell asleep.
467. irections. policemen were walking slowly along the road in search of something.
468. he road in search of something. Suddenly the light flashed under Rose's eyelids.
469. until I learned suffer. I think the Holy Child very good to us." "Yes, Aunt Susa
470. at worked. She lived Sorrento, in Sicily, blossoms are as where oranges and oran
471. ttle farm. If the two brothers were only back, she often thought, how easy the w
472. " said Father Caracci. "If we were truly happy here, we would never want to go t
473. ld. Times were hard. The rulers of Italy are no longer friends of the poor. They
474. . sequence, many poor Italians, formerly prosAnd yet we hear people perous, are
475. are beggars. talk as if things in Italy had improved since In Victor Emanuel ro
476. since In Victor Emanuel robbed the Holy Father. truth, things have not suffer a
477. und improved. down. The poor Sunny Italy is losing its sunshine, for joy has lef
478. uld have helped her struggled on bravely were wasting away in the barracks, and
479. r them; selves. Bianca struggled bravely. She had little time to knit now. The w
480. e little orange grove fell to her. Early and late she toiled in the fields, scar
481. late she toiled in the fields, scarcely pausIt was all useless. The taxcame sev
482. he rushed to the little village The only church. There, before the statue of old
483. for her. Oh, if the good God would only take her to Giovanni She was indeed alo
484. r Poor Beppo mother uncle there. is only ten years old his father and died last
485. ento, a good Christian, and consequently a kind mistress." as will not be a serv
486. her cheeks flaming. "None of our family ever served in the kitchens of "I other
487. racci shook his head and smiled slightly. "Pride, Bianca," he said, "has never m
488. untry. a protector. And poor Beppo sadly needed Bianca was not much older than B
489. ; very 212 STORIES AND SKETCHES. lonely in the priest's large empty room. knew
490. e are all servants, Bianca." Fortunately, there were few passengers in the steer
491. . trees A little ! a bed in hut in Italy among the orangethe fields there would
492. ca mia. There is no work for me in Italy, so here I must stay. I must find a pla
493. ning to night, but she wanted to do only what she pleased. Beppo's uncle took he
494. value of American currency very quickly ; but Bianca would not stay in one She
495. all day. yard, as she had done in Italy. "But there are no vineyards," said the
496. rrento, you must do what you go to Italy, "Some can get to do. Here, in this cou
497. nderstand it at all. Bianca was his only consolation. Place after place was foun
498. te back to Father Caracci, who, in reply, said that Bianca ought to do what her
499. our state of life is to work contentedly at whatever God sends you to do." But i
500. s aunt with the housework very willingly, but then Beppo's aunt did not need hel
501. said the aunt, good" There is naturedly. always enough maca- you here, because
502. t have enough money to get back to Italy." " I hate the city," said Bianca, sull
503. I hate the city," said Bianca, sullenly. " I want to back to Sorrento." go " An
504. nd said, " Now we shall go back to Italy." " " To cried his wife. Italy " To Ita
505. to Italy." " " To cried his wife. Italy " To Italy?" screamed Bianca. ! "/Si, s
506. " " To cried his wife. Italy " To Italy?" screamed Bianca. ! "/Si, si!" cried B
507. s, said, looking his wife affectionately ; and storm, in the heat, against disco
508. kitchen," said Bep- po's uncle, gravely. you shall go there." " I have promised
509. we are all going back to beautiful Italy ? " "Why," said This caused Bianca to c
510. will go too I will be a servant in Italy to the Countess Lilli." It is too late,
511. le. " The Countess it months ago. Surely I from Father Caracci's letter." you Bi
512. ulness. whom she loved go to sunny Italy and leave her among strangers. HOWT bit
513. leave her among strangers. HOWT bitterly had she been punished ! It was too late
514. anca stood on the dock, weeping bitterly. for She was alone now she must work an
515. o leave her something over, for in Italy money is scarce, and a little, which is
516. or all pleasant things come do. Suddenly no matter how long we have exsuddenly,
517. ly no matter how long we have exsuddenly, the days of June pass into the pected
518. e pected them more glowing hours of July, and the schools the last of children a
519. the book of nature. Like the melancholy Jaques, in "As You Like It," you may fi
520. serve God, that he was led into the only road to Him the it A learned convert Ch
521. you take the trouble to observe closely the small things around you, you, too,
522. eadow." hammer, It was true Ned's lonely studies had made his fortune. He never
523. uls of the faithful departed, especially for the souls of your Think a friends w
524. n it. A devout Belgian priest has lately established the first asylum for deaf a
525. children. An old friend who occasionally looks over my shoulder tells me that I
526. out. band was playing a march in lively it sounded as if the music was run by s
527. very stupid : he " I think it is lovely." There were immense pictures hung over
528. out, and they had to leave her with only one arm, and ; ; cut off part of her sh
529. ved curiosity." Aunt Lucy would probably have shaken Joe after her usual brisk m
530. see. ? Don't curiosities have ! a lovely time I wish I " ! ! " silly A lovely ti
531. e ! a lovely time I wish I " ! ! " silly A lovely time you are, Joe ! was a curi
532. ely time I wish I " ! ! " silly A lovely time you are, Joe ! was a curiosity " "
533. nuts, " Aunt Lucy. Oh, it must be lovely ! Joe was a very lazy boy. he hated wor
534. re strange people. They live principally on fat and the blubber of the whale. Gr
535. ords out of twenty, and you can scarcely read at all." work hard, and in a month
536. going to be a curiosity." "You severely; will be a curiosity," said Aunt Lucy,
537. "Oh, nothing," answered Joe, cheerfully; HE WANTED TO BE A "I CUEIOSITY. 241 do
538. I'm a strange boy?" Joe asked, earnestly; will "because, at the if I am, people
539. eejee Cannibal on our side of the family, had we?" out of this idea. We "I shoul
540. College in Phila; when you go to Finally, Joe looked delphia, /would rather stay
541. are, making people believe there is only one boy I'd rather go and here, when th
542. e able to move about like I'm thoroughly and utterly other people wretched. Deat
543. ve about like I'm thoroughly and utterly other people wretched. Death would be a
544. ne de Chateaux -Margeaux the Great, Only Original and Unapproachable Mountain of
545. ud- 248 STORIES AND SKETCHES. left denly becoming aware that he had been by his
546. g do. do," It's his Feejee Boy, solemnly, beard with his napkin "I the hardest w
547. butter, without sugar, and work honestly for it, than to eat peanuts, or even /k
548. had been born in Alsace, which formerly belonged to France, but which now belon
549. not part from Gretchen, who was quietly playing with Lilia in a corner. Josef s
550. n eye on He found, too, a nice, motherly from Zurich, who, with six children, wo
551. ed po- and no matter what anybody litely. When one of the little children from Z
552. taken in that pen which has been wisely built, so that no new-comer can escape
553. nice, word of English, so she could only was saying something from the kind look
554. ." Poor Gretchen still wept so piteously that 258 STORIES AND SKETCHES. everybod
555. without Lilia dear ! Oh, dear, Suddenly, her desperation, she thought of the de
556. matron, wiping her eyes. orphan Suddenly Gretchen burst into the room. "I have f
557. "I have found her " she cried, joyously. "Who? when?" was the chorus. "In my bo
558. "A doll," cried the policeman. 7' "Only a doll," groaned the reporter. "She had
559. cut "E pluribus unum," but had got only as ! How ; "E plur" when the rattan des
560. e new. far as ! ! I should be constantly asking "Where are the friends of youth?
561. ready for life. going to school is only a making ready. First you 264 STORIES A
562. udied it four years in the B ' ' proudly. "I St. Public School." "Can you 'bound
563. from South Carolina poor they with only the clothes they had on. As they were s
564. Some Two there stayed. They were mostly Catholics. of the South Carolinian fami
565. on, Father Mooney gave his usual monthly instruction to the boys and 268 STORIES
566. ." terested. The children were intensely in- them he wished he had more time, to
567. ht of the tians. sufferings of the early Chris- he only had the book But the Oh,
568. . sufferings of the early Chris- he only had the book But the Oh, book was not t
569. d have considered luxuries. Consequently the boys and girls were rather IN POVER
570. POVERTY HOLLOW. 269 rough, and certainly very ignorant of their Some of them kne
571. w their catechism religion. On tolerably well ; others vaguely remembered it. th
572. gion. On tolerably well ; others vaguely remembered it. the Sundays when Father
573. ir to see, And her heart was like a lily In its holy purity; Through the widest
574. nd her heart was like a lily In its holy purity; Through the widest street in Ca
575. , Dona Inez went one day, Clad in costly silks and laces, With a group of friend
576. of a convent From the Moors just lately won Sat a crowd of dark-skinned beggars
577. ght Told his black beads, praying softly For all poor souls still in night. 270
578. tter gall.' " ' You judge Show me rashly, O my sister, ' In the words you speak
579. r litter ' They Smiling on them tenderly. are poor; they are God's children,' Sa
580. a voice within her soul, And she lightly from her litter Stepped to give the beg
581. ay " the ! After that Father beautifully Mooney told them how God had formed the
582. of the The pupils listened breathlessly microscope. as he described the phospho
583. much for books before. Who'd that a fly was almost as big as a frog under the "
584. h's father was a drunkard. were probably spent long ago. dollars "I thought," Ti
585. joined them. the catechism class lovely to-day?" she said. "Oh, dear! I wish I
586. tie?" "Fifty cents," said Katie, proudly. "If I had enough, I'd buy Felix Kent.'
587. I'd buy Felix Kent.' It must be a lovely story, if it's anything like what Fathe
588. to buy 'Fabiola,' Oh, wasn't that lovely about the blind ; girl, Csecilia?" 274
589. omes on the Fourth of We'll put our July," said Seth. next week. money together,
590. a girl." Katie looked at Seth, anxiously. "All right," he said "but I am to read
591. tripped obstinate home Dan after lightly, dragging the her. She was to read thos
592. ng the her. She was to read those lovely books. She was very happy. Her mother,
593. t to New York. Back there " came, neatly packed, a big edition of Fabiola," " "
594. - the field, he addressed me insultingly the presence of our companions, and sai
595. l these new wonders. His mother silently thanked God. Katie read aloud the first
596. I'll try to be a better Catholic. Surely, what the Christians were willing to di
597. stians were willing to die for, is early worth living for." "Thank God !" said M

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