Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1857-04-29

MIN know that am still my daughters moth.
er, and that never threw her away when
consented to let her marry him. We shall see
who rules, and see pretty soon, I'm thinking. u
The fun went on-games, plays, romps, chat
and laughter. The room was little world Of
life and happiness. Mrs. Storms pretended to
take part in them herself, but still she was
uneasy, not to say uncomfortable. Sarah
didn't know exactly how she did feel. She
felt like anybody but the mistress or even the
vicegerent of her own house. She was think
ing of her lord--thinking she had great deal
rather he would stay out while, than come In
But her thinking about it made but little diff
erence, for before even mother Storms herself
was aware of it, the door opened, and in he
bolted. He stood stock-still for a moment,
surveying them ALL Then he marched straight
to his chair by the fire, and thumpcd down in
to it with a rich mans emphasis. Mrs. Storms
ventured to accost him first.
"I'd like to know whose house you think
this isl he replied to her.
"Mr. Mulligan," said she, assuming a vast
deal of dignity, 'your wife is my daughter" ("
ssAnd that's all the relationship. 1 wish
you'd remember it. didn't marry the phoie
faniily.'
The mother grew red and lost her temper
'Do you mean to say, sir,'' she asked, 'sthat
we are not at liberty to come into her house ~
s'This is my house,
ssAnd as much hers as yours"
'Neverl Just recollect that if you please,
l own my own property. 1 promised only to
hpr nd bar Grl I bo, L.
family on my shoulders. 1t appears too much
like beggars.''
''Beggars sir 7' demanded Mrs. Storms
"Do You call us beggars, sir.'
e'It's getting to be not much better, can
assure you."
''Sarah, do you hear that Do you intend
to sit and hear your mother and your own sis
ters nsulted before your face, in your own
house, too7 viii you submit to that, my
daughter a''
"You have no authority, madam,'' said Mr..
Mulligan. "You had better leave. I am mas.
ter here.''
Upon which she got up in a rage, and babe
all her daughters to follow her, Sarah inclu-
sve.
'I command you to stay here with me said
the husband to his wife, Sarah set up to cry.
''Come along with your MOTHER" said the
latter, going forward and taking persuasive
hold of her.
"Ifyou go, forbid you this house forever"
said he. s'You leave at your own peril"
The mother was too much for her. Even
she, designing as she was, forgot the conse-
quences, and trooped off with the rest. She
hoped that Mr.. Mulligan would come round in
the morning, and be sorry for it. So in the
morning, she sent for some of her daughters
clothes. But the determined husband would
not let a single rag go.
He said he knew his rights. and he intended
quence of it vas, that separation at once took
place; the matter became public scandal; Sa
rah was poor, broken down woman her
mother fretted her own and her family's hap
piness all away and Mr.. Mulligan moved off
to other and distant quarters. And so this
bubble of Mrs. Storms own blowing, had bro
ken, and fallen mere tear drop to the ground.
But not a girl in all that town has thought to
give away her heart or her hand since, with
out first making particular inquiry in relation
to the temper as we'll as the pocket of her fu-
ture husband. All the other young ladies
would do well to take hint or two from their
example.