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Updated: September 17, 2025
"And now you have attained your object, what is the use of it?" said Don Aloysius.
The ruined cloister looked very beautiful that morning, with its crumbling arches crowned and festooned with roses climbing every way at their own sweet will, and Morgana's light figure gave just the touch of human interest to the solemn peacefulness of the scene. She waited but two or three minutes before Don Aloysius appeared he had seen her arrive from the window of his own private library.
Captain Michael Aloysius Kevin O'Shannon was at the pier when he docked. Rick cut the engine and climbed out on the pontoon. He heaved a line to the old seaman, who hauled him to the pier. Cap'n Mike was nearly seventy years old, but as Rick well knew, he had the vigor and keen mind of a man twenty years his junior.
"Only a legend!" replied Aloysius, slowly "Some travellers say it is a mirage of the desert, others tell stories of having heard the bells in the brazen towers ring, but no one NO ONE," and he repeated the words with emphasis "has ever been able to reach even the traditional environs of the place.
"Have you read," he once said to me, "the life of Blessed Aloysius Gonzaga of the Society of Jesus? If you have, perhaps you have remarked what it was that made that young prince so quickly become holy, and almost perfect. It was his extreme exactitude and punctuality, and his faithful observance of the constitutions of his Order.
And she gave him a bewitching smile then with another markedly gentle "Good night" to Aloysius, she turned away and left them, choosing a path back to the house which was thickly overgrown with trees, so that her figure was almost immediately lost to view. The two men looked at each other in silence. "You will not succeed by thwarting her!" said Aloysius, warningly.
The Marchese raised his eyebrows expressively with the slightest shrug of his shoulders. "You may doubt that of every modern woman!" he said "Few are really 'fitting' for marriage nowadays. They want something different something new! God alone knows what they want!" Don Aloysius sighed. "Aye! God alone knows! And God alone will decide what to give them!"
"I don't know why a boy wouldn't have been named Joseph Aloysius, like his father and grandfather," said the old lady disapprovingly. But Georgie paid no heed. The baby's mother was kneeling beside the bed where little Helen lay, her eyes fairly devouring the tiny face. "You don't suppose God would take her away from me, Sue, because of that nonsense about wanting a boy?" Georgie whispered.
Aloysius Darvid, the owner of this mansion, had not inherited his millions; he had won them with his own iron labor, and he toiled continually to increase them. His industry, inventiveness, and energy were inexhaustible. To him business seemed to be what water is to a fish: the element which gives delight and freedom. What was his business?
Aloysius had no palate for meat and drink; St. Paula or St. Jane Frances could spurn or could step over her own child;—not that natural faculties were wanting to those great servants of God, but that a higher gift outshone and obscured every lower attribute of man, as human features may remain in heaven, yet the beauty of them be killed by the surpassing light of glory.
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