Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1845-08-22

OF thousands, let alone what we've GOT
Dearest Norah, think; since you'll do Moth
ing without her consent, DO think--for
once be serious, and don't laugh
I'm not going to laugh, Norris replied
the little maid at last, after very long
pause; I've got wise thought in my
head for once. His reverence, YOUR uncle,
you say, spoke to falher-to speak TO moth
er about it! wonder land he priest,}
that he hadn't more sense Sure, moth
er was the man; butPve got wise thought.
Good night, dear Morris; good night
The lass sprang lightly over the fence
into her own garden, leaving her lover per-
dat at the other side, without possessing an
idea of what her wise thought might be.
When she entered the kitchen, matters
were going on as usual-her mother burst
ing in style, and as cross as a bag Of wea-
seIs.'
Jack Clary,' said she, addressing her
self to her husband, who sat quietly in the
chimney corner smoking his doodeen, ITS
we'll ye've got wife who knows what's
what! God bel p me! I've little good of
a husband, barring the name Are We
sure Black NeII's in the stable 2 The
spouse nodded. The COW and the calf,
had they fresh straw ? Another nod
Bad cess to ye, can't We use yer tongue,
aud answer a civil question g continued
the lady.
My DEAR he replied, sure one like you
has enough talk for ten.'
This very just observation was, like
most truths, SO disagreeable, that severe
storm would have followed, had not Norah
stepped up to her father and whispered in
his ear, i don't think the stable door is fas.
itened.' Mrs. Clary caught the sound, and
iii no gentle terms, ordered her husband tO
attend 10 The comforts of Black Nell.
I'll go with father myself and see,' salt
Norah.
That's like my own child, always care
full observed the mother, as the father anC
daughter closed the door.
| Dear father began Norah, 1T isn't al
together about the stable wanted We, bu
5 -but-but the priest said something Il
t you to-day about-Morris Donovan
Yes, darling, and about yerseIf, my
sweet Norry.:
Did We speak to mother about it?'
mo. darling, she's been SO cross all day
, Sure [ go through dale for peace ane
quietness. If | was like other men, ane
5 got drunk and wasted, it might be in ra
!; son; but -. AS to Morris, she was We
, ry fond of the boy till she turned like sou
r milk all in minute. I'm afraid even th'
priest II get no good of her.
2 Father, dear father said Norah, sup
| pose ye were to say nothing about it, goo'
Or bad, ard just pretend to take suddel
: dislike to Morris, and let the priest spea'
t to her himself, she'd come round
] Out of opposition to me, eh 3
2 Yes
E And let her gain the day then 9-tha
would be cowardIv,' replied the farmer
: drawing himself up. NO, won't
Father, dear, you don't understand,
e said the cunning lass; sure ye're for Nor
e ris; and when we are-lhat is, fl meal
< -suppose-lather, you know what
/ mean she continued, and luckily the twi
] light concealed her blushes-'if that tool
place, its you that would have yer owI
, way
2 True for ye, Norry, my girl, true 70
+ We; never thought Of that before !! and
! pleased with the idea of tricking his wife
$ the old man fairly capered for joy. Blu
: stay while-stay; aisy, aisy!' he recon
, menced; how am ! to manage! Sure tn
y priest himself will be here tomorrow NOR
e ming early and he's out upon station
r now. SO there's no speaking with him; he
no way quick either; we'll be bothered en-
: tirely if he comes in s,tdde,t.'
0 Leave it TO me, dear father-leave it al
: to me- exclaimed the animated girl; ION
ly pluck up spirit, and whenever Morris
name is mentioned, abus him-but no
W it'll all yer heart, lather-only from tn
!: teeth out
When they re-entered, the fresh-boile
e potatoes sent warm curling steam to th
4 very rafters of the lofty kitchen; they wer
e poured out into large wicker dish. and o.
r the top of the pile rested plate of coars
: white salt; noggins of buttermilk were I'LL
ed OH the dresser; and on small roun
e table a cloth was spread, and some de
e plates awaiting the more delicate repas
. which the farmers wife was herself prepa
(, ring.
What's for supper, mother! inquired
? Norah ,as she drew her wheel towards heI
: and employed her fairy foot in whirling
round.
) Plannu snineeras. she repIied bits o'bo