The Evansville journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1834-184?, 1845-09-04


more ssensei Sure, mother was the man;
but I've got a wise thought, good night, dear
Morris; good night"
The last sprang lightly over the fence in
TO her own garden, leaving her lover perdu
at the other side, without possessing an idea
of what her wise thought might be. When
she entered the kitchen, matters were going
en- as usual-her mother busting in style,
and as cross las a bag OF weasels.'
sack Clary,' said she, addressing herself
to her husband, who sat quietly in the. chin.
ney corner smoking his ~'doodeen,' 'it's well
we've got a wife who knows what's what
God help me! I've little good ola husband
barring the name! Are you sure blackNells
in the stable? The spouse nodded. The
cow a calf had they fresh straw?' Another
nod. Bad cess TO We, can't ye use yertongue,
and answer a civil question? . continued the
lady.
My DEAR he replied, 'sure one like you
has enough talk for ten.'
sFhis 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 in his ear, q
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
'l1l go with father myself and see,' said
Norah.
sThat's like my own child, always CAREFUL
observed the mother, as the father and daugh-
ter closed The door.
Dear father,' began Norah, Sit isn't alto
geiher about the stable | wanted ye, bui-but
but the priest said something TO you to-day
about-Morris Donnovan?'
yes, darling, and about yerself, my sweet
Nory.'
did ye speak to mother about itY
mo, darling, she's been so cross all day.
Sure | 60 through a dale for peace and quiet
ness. If ] was like other men, and got
drunk and wasted, it might be in rason but
-. AS TO Morris, she was very fond of
the boy till she turned like sour milk all in a
minute. Pm afraid even the ~priestall get no
good of her.
sFather dear fathef,' said Norah, Suppose
ye were to say nothing about it good or bad
and just pretend to take a sudden dislike TO
Morris, and lei the priest speak 10 her him.
self, she'd come round.'
Out of sheer opposition 10 me, eh9'
yes
sAnd let her gain the day then?-that
would be cowardly ,'replied the farmer draw
ing himself up. No | WON'T
Father, dear, you don't understand, ; said
the cunning lass, sure ye're for Morris; and
when we are,-that is fl mean,'-she
continued, and luckily the twilight conceal
her bIushes-sif that took place its YOU that
will have yer own way
"True for ye, Norry, my girl, true for you;
[ never thought of that beforew aid pleased
with the idea of tricking his wife, the old
man capered for Joy. But stay a while
stay; aisy, aisy; he recommended, show am
| 10 manager
Leave il TO me, dear father-leave it all
to mel exclaimed the animated girl; 'only
pluck up a spirit, and whenever Morris name
is mentioned, abuse him-bui not with ali
yer heart, father-only from the teeth out"
When they re-entered, the fresh-boiled po-
tatoes sent a warm curling steam TO the very
rafters of the lofty kitchen; they were poured
out in a large wicker dish, and on the top of
the pile rested a plate Of coarse white salt;
~noggins of buttermllk were filled on the dres-
ser; and on a small round table a cloth was
sspread and some deli plates awaiting the
more delicate repast which The farmers vile
was herself preparing.
'What's for supper, mother?' inquired No
rah, as she drew her wheel towards her, and
employed her fairy foot in whirling it round.
sPIaguy snipeens,' she replied; bits o'bog
chickens, that you've always such a fancy
for. Barney Leary kilt them himself.
so | did, said Barney, grinning; and that
stick with a hook of Morris Donovan's is the
finest thing in the world for knocking 'em
down.
sIf Morris Donovan's stick touched them,
they shant come here said the father, strik-
ing the poor little table such a blow with his
clenched hand as to make not only it butMrs.
Clary jump.
sAnd why so, pray? asked the dame.
Because nothing of Morris let alone Nor
rs himself, shall come into the house," re-
piled Clary; 'he's not to my liking any how,
and there's no good in his bothering here at
ter what he WON'T gct.'
Excellent!t thought Norah.
"Lord save u.s.! calculated Mrs. Clary, as
S Replaced the grilled snipes on the table,,
swhat's come 10 the MANI Without needing
his resolution, she was proceeding 10 distri-
butte the savoury birdeen when, TO her aston
ishment, her usually tame husband threw the
dish and its contents into the flames; the
good woman stood aghast. The calm, how
ever, was not of long duration. She soon
rallied and commenced hostilities. Show
dare ye, ye spalpeen, throw away anyo'God's
mate after that fashion and | 10 the ioreY-
What do we name, | sayY"