The Arkansas advocate., 1834-09-12
T.l FRIDAY, sEPTEMBER I2. 1saf.


 as the richest family in the dlsiiet.
 "l am not going to ugh Norris" re- piled the little nf i: #st, afier very long pause, .ss'Te ga siss A.aaght in my head for onees His reverence, your uncle, you say, spoke to father--to speak to mother about it I wonder (and he a priest) that he hadn't more sense. Sure, mother was the man ;---but Pye got wise thcnght.--Good night, dear Morris good nght.n
 The lass sprang lightly over the fence into her own garden, leaving her lover perdu at the other side, without possess sing an idea of what her swise thought" might be. When she entered the kitchen matters were going on as Lsual--her mo- ther bustling in glorious style, and as cross her husband muttered} Gas bag of weasels.''
 e.Ye're pair of lazy hnssies!" she ex- claimed to two fat, red-armed, stockingless, handmaids; ssd've think l can keep ye in l idleness? Ten cuts to the dazen I--why that wouldn't keep ye in p1etetss let alone salt--and such ilegant flax, too! Barney Leary, ye dirty ne'er-do-good, can ye find no better employment thls blessed night than kicking the turf-ashes in the cats face! Oh! yell be mate for the ravens yet that's one comfort! "Jaek Clary," ad- dressing herself to her husband, who sat quietly in the chimney corner, smoking his doodeen, ''it's well ye'ye got wife who knows what's what God help me, Eve little good of husband burning the name! Are ye sure Black Nell's in the stable ?" The spcso nodded. "The COW and the calf--had they fresh straw?' Another nod. Bad cess to ye, man alive, can't ye use yer tongue, and answer a civil question P continued the lady.
 "My dear'' he replied, 'ssure, one like 1 you has enough talk for ten.
 This very just observation was, like most truths, so disagreeable, that a severe storm would have followed, had not Norah stepped up to her father and whispered i'll his ear, Il don't think the stable door IS fastened" Mrs. Clary caught the sound. and in no gentle terms ordered her husband to attend to the comforts of Black Nell "Pll go with father myself and see,' said NoTah. "That's like my own child, al- ways eareful,D observed the mother, as the father and daughter closed inc door.
 "Dear father,a began Norah, Sit isn't altogether about the stable l wanted ye-- but--the priest said something to ye to-day about--Morris Donovan"
 "Yes, darling, and about y'erself, my sweet Norry.n,
 Did ge speak to uoshey q atH?"
 "No, darling, she's been so cross al day. Sure, go through dale for pace and quietness. If I was like other men, aild got drunk and wasted, lt might be in reason-but that's neither here nor there. is to Morris, she was very fond of the boy till she found that liked him; and then, my ewil, she turned like sour milk all in a minute--I'm afraid ever the priest II get no good of her."
 "Father, dear father," said Norah, "sup- pose ye were to say nothing about II, good or bad, and just pretend to take sudden dislike to Morris, and let the priest speak to her himself, she'd conn round"
 "Out of opposition to ne, eh!"
 "Yes.''
 "And let her gain the day. then ?-that would be cowardly," replied the farmer, drawing himself up "So, won't.''
 "Father, dear, you don't understand" said the cunning lass: "Sure, ye're for Mor- ris and when we are-that Is, lf--i mean -suppose--father. you know what mean," she continued, and luckily the deepening twilight concealed her blushes,-"if that took place, it's you that would have yer own way"
 "Tfue for ye, Worry, my girl--true for ye never thought of that before!1 And, pleased with the idea of tricking his wife, the old man fairly capered for joy. "But stay whie--stay, asy, asy!" he recom- menced chow am to manage Sure, the priest himself will be here tomorrow morn- ing early and he's out upon station now so there's no speaking with him ;--he's no way quick, eiher--we'li be bothered en- tirely if he comes in on a s'tddent."
 ssLeave it to me, dear father-leave 1t ali to me-" exclaimed the animated girl 'son- ly pluck up spirit. and, whenever Nor ris's name is mentioned, abuse him-but not with all yer heart, father-only from the teeth out.''
 When they re-entered, the fresh-boiled potatoes sent warm cGrling steam to the very rafters of the lofty kitchen; they were poured out into large wicker dish, and on top of the pile rested plate of white salt; noggins of butter-miIk were filled on the dresser and on small round table cloth was spread, and some delf plates awaited the more delicate repast which the farmers