The Catholic World, Vol. 27, April 1878 to September 1878 (part 3 of 7)
The Darcys were en route to a fishing-lodge at Valentia, out where the cable flashes into the wide Atlantic, and the day arrived when farewell—a word that must be, and hath been, a sound that makes us linger—must be said.
“Are you going by the Asia on Friday, uncle?” asked Bertie.
“Why, of course.”
“I am not.”
“No!”
“I go on to Carrick-na-cushla with the Darcys.”
“I thought as much, Bertie. What shall I tell them in New York?”
“That I shall bring home a young, lovely, pure, and charming wife, if I can. I have two letters for you, one for my mother and one for my father. If things turn out—all right, I’ll return; if—” here he paused with a writhe—“all wrong, you won’t hear of me for some time.”
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Dr. Bertram Martin’s three months’ vacation is not yet over. It threatens to lengthen into six, possibly into nine months; and when he returns he will not return alone. His uncle Kirwan has had a sad time of it ever since; and Dr. Martin’s fair patients are inconsolable.
ROSARY STANZAS.