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BY DOLORTTA ML CANNON.
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LIKE YOU—
we have tried others
but we always revert back to
our first love.
“High Standard** Point*
Tluc ma*M w* Icand *0 attwr U Uk*
it* pl*c*. Mad* ty LOWU BROC a!oa<
vlth atiiar paint* and t*t*1.*m
Spring Ideas la WaH Taper.
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* IN.JM W. COMMEKCK STRXET *
HARDWARE OF ALL DESCRIPTIONS.
Machinery. Agricultural Implements, Stoves,
Tinware, Pants, Oila, Glass and Lead.
Loir XMstaaee Tdeeheae 4(Mt
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W^oUmIo auidl Ratafl DnaIst is
FISH, SHRIMP AND CRABS.
Fiaest Creamery sad Caaaby
BUTTER.
Imported and Fancy Groceries
and delicacies of all kinds.
SMS
915 W. Commerce St, Sas AuImm.
yment
home several times, In a vain at-
tempt to win her back to her
duty (she had been a scholar of
mine at Sunday-school), but had
never succeeded and she had
done her utmost to bide from me
the real state of affairs. Of
course, as we learned later, it
was an accident; ho had struck
in hla drunken rage at her, and
the blow fell instead on the in-
nocent babe at her breast.
After my brother had gone, I
went to my room and took from
the dresser drawer a piece of fine
linen, left from a surplice I had
made for him the week before.
“It will bo just enough to make
the little shroud,” I said to Rose-
mary aa I .wrapped it up, to-
gether with a few other articles I
thought I might need. "And
now, dear," I added, turning to-
ward her and lifting the pale
face to my own, "it was a sad,
sad sight you saw an hour ago;
sad for such young eyes; but,
dear, the sorrows of the priest-
hood are many and various and
we, who are brought into close
M atfieri Stea Linirj.
Conducted by the Sisters
of the Good Shopherd.
Wagon calls for and delivers
packages in any part of the city.
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FART END, SAN ANTONIO.
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wflh a laugh, "you need not give
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oc my aoeount. I sometimes
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PraywBoeketm Tegleh, Ommun, flpawttB ewd Femak.
jthSO 'W. Commerce St. t Saw. Ajstenio
rKave^vc sesn a and a Itf, ylrita bsM
drunkard in any other condition.
The man w«e nowhere to bo coon,
.awl aa I tattwA, I mw my
It was a sound of some one
crying—a moanrag and weeping
w«r luuv au urn not occur io ms mingled, pitiful to hear, and aa X
that .there was anything wrong leaned from ths Window ! saw
_i—.. •- - -«— coming through the gatel bare-
headed and wild-eyed^a woma^
with an infant clasped to her
breast. I recognized her at
once aa one who, two years be-
fore, had married, against my
brother's advice, a man many
years her senior and given to
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SAJT ANTOMIO, i x TKKAS.
trying to restore the hap-
Hft the body of the babe—-whose
little smiling face sestnsd to offer.
no reproach to the hand that had
thus early sent it to its everlast-
ing rest—and lay it on a couch,
and then kneeling down placed
hie head on the tiny breast. But
the little heart which had beat so
rapidly an hour ago was still,
and he soon arose, and while the
tears streamed down his cheeks
he pressed the white lids down
over the sightless eyes, in a
few momenta the mother was re-1
stored, and rising up she looked I
about her for the child. Whan
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habit nf putting disagreeable i it and, dropping on her knees
things aside and not thinking of beside the couch, clasped the
- little lifeless body to her breast.
"Oh, my baby! Oh, my little
Jean 1 ” she wailed—(she had
named her babe far tny brother)
"Oh, that I had died for you, my
lost one—my only one!’’
And, while those around her
wept for sympathy, X looked out
over the misty hills and thought
how full the air was of summer
sounds—ths wild bird’s trill, the
. ripple of the stream, the whir of
the insect’s rapid wing—and over
all, and seemingly- apart from
all, in its solitary mournfulness,
the wood-dove’s cooing.
Presently my brother camo up
to where I stood. "Ajmi,” he
said, "have John bring the bug-
gy around at once. I must take
her home and you must come as
| aeon after aa possible.”
: In half an hour he drove her
awr.y, with the dead babe still
‘ pressed to her bosom.
' My brother had spoken to me
' more than once of the man's
“for oh. you know that, though lion me and the truth must out. i violence when Intoxicated; but I
*,h "“j lack in taate, I do not lack in j "Five year® ago, brother," I had not dreamed it was as bad
th ’ love foryou, my Motherl” And began at length, turning away as this. (I .bad been to their
then I knelt and said the 3/wno- | from him and gazing out iuto the
that ehe might help me, her
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I Uerwhof
the toast consequence froto you
in my life. Well, you know I in-
tended taking little Paul for *
valk yeetarday afternoon; but
vhen I raached the eoCtage I
found him unable to go. Hs mw
that he had fainted that morning
and that his father (who was ab-
sent) bad bidden Mm Ua down
the rast of the aftarnoom WeU,
after w» had tof**® ’'
avhite, the ubfld sited te -
book, wMsh be said
smdio «nd X WUt to gSt
itfbr him----
"Whfah
these words the shadow that had
settled upon the face so dear to
me passed away—never to re-
turn. .
"You are twenty-seven years
old," he said, after a pause;
! “certainly old enough to know;
! o^rn mind. Tell me, did |
put up with my poor efforts this j you ever have a lover that you j
evening, sweetest mother," I j did care for, in the past?"
----- ■ -1--. i the color mounting to j
my face—try a® I would to keep;
such a radiant smile upon me, it down; but the keen eyee were]
lion me and the truth must out,. |
taHta, I do not lack in j "Five years ago, brother," 1
‘ , turning away
* a a 6 le
littie garden while s mist came
between me and its tender bloom-
ing, "I oared—for some one. I
have thought more than once of
telling you of it; but was advised
by the one who has directed me
all my lite not to bring up the
subject unnecessarily. The one
to whom I refer was a Protestant,
and for the first and only time in
my life, brother, I went against
the advice of my confessor and
consented to marry him. You
see, I thought that perhaps in
after years I could win him to a'
knowledge of the truth. But,;
suddenly, the tables were turned
and he undertook to change, or,
in hie own words, to "convert"
me; but he soon found that he
wm not dealing with a child;
for, when I discovered his motive
in sending me certain books to
tai ject" oT ^on.-^.oWly
■ . *——'■* jn the presenoe of hi* mother
and sisters, who are strict
Methodists, I simply after laying
the matter hefore my confessor—, wo, wuu »r* uruu^u* -u«vw
cancelled my engagement; and,‘and dally contact with one of
though—just at the time—I felt it God's noblset and beet, must
very much, yet since then I have look for such things and must
never ceased to thank God for try in spite of them to be patient
having shown mo my error bo- sod cheerful, knowing that the
fpre it was too late.” I pa.in wo suffer can in no way
“Who was it, sister?” Icomi — ’ ’ ’ ’
“John Fairfield. Yon know he j the_
has i
yas, I believe, of his own faith.”
“I have never dreamed of ouch
a thing, Agnes," said Joan
Marie, "and only yesterday I
met him on the street and ho
began, as usual, an argument on
religion, taking confession for
his subject, and said he wasoom-
ing 'round some night this week
to haw it out with mo. But I
hope, dear, for your sake, that
he will not come."
in that dlroetion. Lot Men oooaa
If be waste to—you ar* atw* to
geCtho beet ot him.”
"Listoa, Agnetl What J*
to^itasn ”y**lthatir
J - ■ " ■
■ ! iM*' ? ■ . -T* .
Borrows of the priesthood 1
leave it now. However, as I oaid
before, I will leave it all with
Father Hamilton. I have not
been to confession yet, eo must
go- I will aee you again, Harry.
Good-by to both of you for the
present. ”
"She is ae good as there,
Harry," I said after she was out
of hearing, "for I know well
enough what my brother will
say."
"His influence over the people
of this parish. Miss Agnes,” he
replied, “is simply wonderful.
As far as he is concerned they
have but tone heart, and It tends
toward him with deathless devo-
tion and trust; but one voice,
which ie always lifted In hlo
praise. I wonder what is the
secret of it all?” he added
thoughtfully.
“I think, Harry," I said after
a pause, “that the secret liss in
his utter self-abnegation. He
has given himself, body and
soul, to his work among these
people. It is the passion of his
life—-to give—to give all and
thus, having nothing, he pos-
aeseea all things."
“I believe you are right. Miss
Agnes. And of all his beautiful
traits of character I believe I
most envy hie affability. He-
meets us all with the same
changeless smile—-the same gen-
tleness of manner."
"If you don't take care, Har-
ry,” I said, with a laugh "you
j will be guilty ot hero-worship.”
I “Perhaps so,” he answered,
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> the truest heroes after
But I have to go to confes-
so I must go back to the
I trust the crowd has
diminished;
you o’clock. 1
„„ t bright large vases
urn's aa i advanced with out- and suiting tbe action to —
NttBicbed hand to meet him. “I word he Look them out through
want to speak to you. Mis® the aanctuary to the Blessed
Agnes— about Mra. Clare.’’ Virgin’e altar. I soon followed
“Poor little mother!" I*
COTapaseionately,
Harry J“
I could not grant it
and
time
| you on the subject. And now,
Agnes, I simply want to know
what you think of it—and of
Paul Hammond.”
“Brother,” I replied, looking
unwaveringly into the beautiful,
troubled eyes, "f am so utterly
astonished at hie having made
such a request that I can hardly
tell you what I think of it—-and
as I have always had a peculiar
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. should not have gone there.”
“Perhaps not, brother; but at
the time it did not occur to me
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Holy Communion, on that great-
est of all her feasts.
Chapteb XXL
There were so many callers at
the rectory the next morning, af-
ter Mom, that 1 did not get a
chance to epeak to my brother
until after dinner. When I eaw
him go to the library I followed
him, for I was determined to tell
him of the picture I had found in
Paul Hammond’s studio. But
when I had taken my favorite
seat in the window aud he turned
hie questioning eyec upon me,
an unftcoouDt&blo flhyn®M ••xx#s
me when I tried to tell him—it
seemed so absurd and at the
same time so unaccountable in
the man to have taken such a ------- .
liberty, that I could hardly frame read and in bringing up the sub-
UDeray, f____T h.J nf wlicn'nn mmeciallv when
Jl ix MLS wwaweep we**1**- —--•--
determined to gi>® to Jew M*rie-
“Brother,” I said, at length,
“I have something to tell you—it
may surprise you; yet, you could
pMmother’s life time. forjhere not, P^1^,
ft ^,,Onfl *ftefrthem had noticed on his fa°« once be’
Rytmwould only take ““P"* gathered there again, as I
■to on my loneliness and come : K o-d-
fe^dton mausion-not as houw- i he said, after
^tosr, but as friend. > * ° . . :
••■■■eiior—I need you very
toroh; more, I think, than you
know.**
' ' “No. broth.r,” I npl«; •••>»>
r *«• than kind, and I will laave
[;»BOW With Father Hamilton;
1 •toteerhe-ay.,iwind°. You
r ut* turning to me, “I
I: y*toBy hate to leave the cot-
yto, where I Lave spent k> many
Egffy years. I went there as a
J:** Htito has** was hidden in
g: J** * wealth of rosea that I asllr
j " > *Ro*» Cottage,” and my
EJi*l,wX* »bo n» a groat ad-
[Jtar M'John Halifax.
CMtogoita {
E'zFtety you know) took to the J
WMP M eoua. And then—-you
utarifang .*** tem
I bit lai m if ate aoaMj. ,
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The dtopl®*811™*
-bv wad evidently gone when I
Kttbsd the dining room, and he
ta-ned toward tne with the old
tateht smile as I took my ac-
•uHtotued seat at the table.
••Brother", E said, toward the^
-lose of the meal, "can I speak
w SOU s uttie while after sup-
^N'o, Agnes," he replied, “not
this'evening. 1 have still sev-
m! cor.fe-fBiona to hear; to-
morrow after High Maes I will
fgijt ’o vm." And having fin-
hhei hi“ 9«PP«r he hurried back
to *b<» church.
•■What have you there, Mrs.
y9ver»’'“ 1 asked, aa she en-
wred the room with a large open
buket In her hand.
"They are lii ies, sent by Mr.
Delton,'fi>r the Blessed Virgin’s
jitan Are they not beautiful,
Azn«?’' 1 . ,, T ...
••Indeed, they are, I replied
taking them from her hand.
••C-me.littleone” (to Rosemary),
"and wr will arrange them right
sway;" and together we went
over to the church.
"Are you going to confession,
dining?" 1 asked aa I took down
the handsomest vases we had
farthelnies.
*'Y0j, cousin Agnes, but I will
help you first. “
"No jndeed," I replied, “go
right in and get ready. I have
already been, and will have
plenty of time to decorate the
alur." 1 .
After she had gone I was' echoing the laugh. “Well, the
busy with the flowers, when I Saints are I.™------------------
hwd a «>ft tap at the door. ah- P"* 1 ----------
"Come in." I called softly; aion yet,
and Harry Dalton entered the church,
room.
"I knew I weald find
here," he said, with
brother standing near the droop-
ing form of the woman, whose
face was hidden in her shaking
hand®, while through th* half
open door of another room I
could sea a group of woman,'
.gathered around on* who was
preparing th* dead baby for
burial. I went softly in among
them.
"Ah.' her* is Mis* Hamilton,
God bless her!" said a voice as I
entered. "She will help ua out; I
am auro! "We find. Mis* Hamil-
ton, that th* poor, dear innocent
hasn’t a decent rag in which to
bo buried. Ah, that brute of a
man! If I had him hero!*'
•‘I hav* brought the shrowd,”
I replied quietly, and after greet-
ing each ot th* good women
gathered there on their mtoaion
of charity, sat down by the
window and proceeded to make
the wee garment. It was soon
finished, and talcing th* Uttte
white form from the woman I
robed it for the grav*. And atfU
it smiled—a smile so wonderful
that it seemed that any nsement
we might expect to hear th* baby’s
laugh rippl* through th* parted
for th** bat wo* and d*gmda-
tion!”
t^i
them at all, I shall do so in the
present instance. I think Mr.
Hammond a very strange man.
I do not in <ny sense dislike him.
I am sorry for him; but, as (or
giving such a proposition a mo- |
ment’s consideration, I could not
think of it. I feel a great inter-
o est in little Paul. I would have
trust the crowd has taken pleasure in going to his
; for it is nearly eight home and teaching him his faith; 1
Let me carry those 1 but now, of course, that is out
! foryou.Miss Agnes;" of the question. He will have to
lg tne action to the come to mo. And as I epoke
“I word he Look them out through
Miaa the Banctuary to
. Virgin’e altar. I
I* said, with the others and arranged
what of her, them myself, for I knew that my
O1.7V. brother would be tired after his
"1 to » Dalton ' 1°^.™,| yoUr
r.' Xing, nto^r/- , ,
f °"‘y Zo“n“w^l
tee ever loved? I u „^n mn. I
“Oh, Harry!" I said, "what a
iplendid idea. There are so I
nsny beautiful flowers t-----
■nd so much to see to, that she'
couldn’t have time to mope.
Hive you «pokeu to her?” , rare airood
“Vi; but she hesitatee. I will ‘ P<>^
tee to get Father Hamilton to
^>e«k to her, for a he will do any-
thing he eaya, You see. Mis®
Agnes, ehe 19 so much attached
to Roe® Cottage where she ha®
Ihnd sver since----"
“There! I heard some one
■peak ot Rose Cottage", said a
foiee a; the door, "and as I’ve
knocked twice, and no one seem®
to hear me, I’ll just come in.
Agnes, my dear, how ar* you?
■d Harry," grasping his hand,
“I *m glad to see vou here, for
Fu iur» you've come for con- l
fct®ion," sod then little mother,
fa* ’twu she, fell to admiring
Ito lilies. j
“How beautiful they are!”
■fa ®eid, they remind me of ■”
ted then she stopped and bent
°*ar the basket to hide the tremor
k her lip.
little mother." said
tery Dalton, quickly, ”th*y are
fatetiful; but they arc not do-
faf half so well as during my
Dtemother** life time, for there
• no one to look after them'now. ■
Rytmwould only take ooniP"- ^therad there again.
** on my [oMtfneM and com* ; .
TL ; ‘’well, Agnes, ue
—-— -
j usually at such an entire las* for
Iworda."
| the hat! and into the
> rushed toward
his clear wed piercing eyes scan- 1 him-and falling upon her knee®
that there was nothing at all bor- j his feet. . There was blood
nn nrwhiiAtrv in vnnP q IKa tuhmnlfo nf tllo1 child_ wl
nature, and that you would not ■ looked to be about nine months
■ tvup LV UU,l *UV «u- 1 uiu, SUU *
couragement in order to gain the j it was dead.
‘ - . • — ■ ' ••Jennie, my poor child,” said
tny brother, who had suddenly
grown deathly pale—"what has
don* this?”
"Th* drink!" eh* cried, in a
terrible voice,lifting her clenched
hand and striking herself in th*
though—just at th* tim<
ceased to thank God for try in spite of tbsm to be patient
my error be- and cheerful, knowing that th*
.” pain w* suffer can in no way
' “Who was it, stater?” I compare with that which wrings
••John Fairfield. Yon know he th* heart of that good shepherd
L-J married since, and lost hi® of Jeeus Christ. And now, my
wif* about six months ago. She I darting, pray for th* unhappy
- - - mother—th* wretched father of
th* murdered babe.”
'•Was h* • Catholic, Cousin
Agn*®F*
"No, th*nh God!”
"I am thankful, too, for that,”
throwing her arm* about my
n*ck and trying bravely to keep
back her tears. “I will pray for
them both. Cousin Agnes.”
A* I pated through th* porah
, wiu 1 gMterod a few sprays of star-
vlndMd, brother,” I answered jeeaamin* far the baby’s hands;
' than hanfod away down th* vil-
lage street, toward. Jennf* Camp-
b*lf* bom*, 4t waa a d..
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about it. But, to continue;whan
I reached th* room I noticed near
a window an easel which held a
picture covered with a veil of
crimson silk. As I reached for
the book, which lay on the win-
dow sill, I shook the easel slight-
ly and the veil slipped off—re- ------------. - ---- —
vealing, to my unutterable aston- intoxication, and since then had j
ishment, a picture of myself.” i led a wretched life with him. <
Jean Mari* started when I ut- | She did not pause on reaching;
tered the last word®, and th* I th* door, but hurried through
shadow on his face deepened. | the hat! and into the room where
"A.gne®,” he said, after a faw ; we sat; as my brother advanced
mouent® consideration, and with to meet h*r, sh*
j--— ______* — *___* -____— J *>*. 1 •
ning my face, “if I did not know | laid the infant on the carpet at
that there was nothing at all bor- j hie feet. . There was blood on
dering upon coquetry In your'th* tempi* of thw child, which
—> >l.. —----u — * ‘ looked to be about nine months
■toop to offer th* slightest 1 old, and I saw at a glance that
admiration of any man, I might i
think you were in some measure
to blame for the infatuation £aui
Hammond seem* to have formed
for you. I have seen it from th*
first; but, watching you closely,
as I have done, I could
see that you were utterly unoon- | forehead with her fist—"th* ao-
aoious of the interest you had cursed drink!*’and fell forward
awakened in him. And now I j in a swoon upon the floor.
will tell you something I had put Mr®. Mey*r® and Rosemary
off tolling you for variou® rea- ! had acme into th* room; th* lat-
sons; but you may as well hear' ter, who had just cotne from the
it. Paul Hammond ha® asked ’ church, stood looking on, her
tny permission to win you—or at1 face a® white a® the dead child’s
least to try to win you,for his wife, i own. While Mrs. Meyers and I
I felt that I could not positively ] were trying to restore the hap-
forbid* him the pririledge he; less mother, I saw Jean Marie
asked; for I have learned much
of his past life and know him to
be a gentleman; yet, somehow,
, —u ----. I, one*
have put off from
to time speaking to
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