The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1839-07-11
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So. surFising ehildFen ol Ben Murphy.
led. was always neat and comfortable.
mi here was . cloud over the brow Of
s,,h brother and sister. as they sal before
he cheerful IRE; il had obviously been
.,r,ad not by anger. but by sorrow. The
.'lraee hal continued long. though u
-, na, bitter. Al last Michael drew ..
x,v IRON his sisters eyes The checked
s,tan she had applied 10 Them. and TAX
ms hefhand alfec,ioaslely within his asn.
,,I III isn't f,r ms nsn sake. Ellen.
,sough Ihe Lard knows shall be lone.
some enough the long wie.er nights and
tse long sumner days without your wise
saving. and your sweet song. and your
merry laugh. thai can 20 veil remember
Az, siace the time when our poor mo
her used To seat Ne on The new rick. and
thea, in the innocent pride Of her heart.
e,ll our father ~ look Al u. aud preach
% Us against being concerted. a. the very
tine she vas making Us rs proud as pea
cocks by calling ~ her blossoms Of beau
Is. and her hearts blood, aud her king
and queen"
"GaI and the blessed virgin make her
bel in heaven nov and foe esermare. a.
men," said Ellen. al the same time draw
Ing gu, her beads. anil repeating an ave
with iacnncsisabls rapidlly. 'Ah. Mike.
she added, ..lhat tras The mother. and The
l,hsr Ton. full of grace and godliness.
True for ye. Ellen; but that's not
what I'm afther now. as sou we'll know.
yoa bIushing IiuIe rngac Of the world;
and snrra . word I'll say against Tin the
end. though ifs lonesome I'll be on my
hearih.sIone. with no one to keep me
company but the old black cat. that cant
see. let alone hear. the eraylhur"
"Sow," said Ellen. wiping her eyes.
and smiling her own bright smile. 81 vii
BE- more Than esrn with you. my hnl
isllo~! Indeed. poor ould pushsen.
she continued. addressing the cat will
great gravity, "nerer heed what he says,
he hiss no notion to make you either head
or tail 10 the house. mol he: lie won't lie
you be without q misihress 10 give yo1
yer sup Of milk. or yer Bit Of sop: he
Won't let you be lonesome, my poor puss
he's glad enough " s~op an Ellen for
Mary; so he il; but lhal's secret. asour
nren; don't tell IL To any one"
Anything for ynur happiness" replI
cd The brother. somewhat sulkily; 4" bp
your bachelor has a worse fault than
ever had. notwithstanding all the lectur
ing YOU kept on TO me; lie has turn 70
The drop. Ellen; you know he has"
"How spiletully you said thai" rePli
ed Ellen; ''and i, isn't generous 10 spea
Of il when he 10 not here 10 defend him
self"
ayoa'll mi le, word 60 against him.
said Miciisci.
NO." she said. II sill never le. i'll b
spoken Of an absent Tread. know h
has turn for the drop. but | will cur
him"
"Af,er he's married." observed Mich
ell, no, very good-nsturedly.
"No." she answered. "5sfore. | thin
girls chance Of happiness 10 not wort
much who trusts to afisr-marriage refe
nation. Hush!--whishl! will ye! there
the sound of L,rry's footstep on ii
bawn-hand me The needles, Mike" 81
braided back her hair With both hand
arranged The red ribbon tia, confined /
luxurlance. in the LILLE glass tina. hnr
upon a nail on the dresser, and, aft
composing her arch laughing features i
10 an expression OF gtea. gravity, :
down, and applied herself with singul
industry 10 take up the s.I.ches her br
lher dropped, and pu. on look oil rig
maidenly sstonrshment when The do
opened. aud Lsrry's good humored IA
catered with the sAlu,ation OF "God sa'
all here!" lie popped his head in iir'
anil. after gazing round, presented n
goodly person 10 their view: ard a pie
SAINT view il was, for he was oil gen
inc Irish bearing and beau.y--frank. a
manly. and fearless looking. Ellen, 4
wicked ono. looked up with well felg
ed as,onishmen,, and exclaimed, I" q
Larry, is /. you. and who would ha
thong Of seeing you this blessed nlg'
ye're Iucky-jnsl in time for a BIZ
supper al,her your walk across The mo'
| cannot think wha. in The world MAX
you walk over that moor so often: you
&c, we, feet, and yer mother III be To-
I'd 10 nurse YOU. OI all The walks in
country. the walk across that moor
the dreares,. aud We. ye're always gol
ii! wonder you havn't better sense:
ye're not such a chicken now"
WELL" interrupted Mike, :" its
women that hates The world for desavli
Sure she heard yer step when nobo
Else could; its echo struck an her hea
Lsrry-le, her deny il; she'll make
shove of IL she can: she'll twist ~
and ,wiri you, and turn you about
that you won't know whether ms
your head or your heels ye're stsnd''