The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-11-08

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fis, you, Nancy, an no one else," n
80, fax; won't, Bob" said Nancy
"an' don't You az me, aither; for when
takes the wee,st sup, it all rizes in me hea
makes things dizzy when looks at ZEN
an the ground appears wherlin' around un
der me feet"
But shure that's the beauty " tn
thing" continued Bob, tam it's to pu
sperrit in people it's taken for"
Nancy's opposition soon gave way befor
the entreaties Of her lover, being. no doubt
only attributable to that modest reserv
which some arg inclined to consider indis
pensable to true politeness. Two glasse
VIII you take it hot or cowld ~ in
quired Bob.
"I'd-l'd purfer,n answered Nancy, evi
IDENTIFY feeling a delicacy, "a little sup o
hot, bleeve-just acee drop to keep ou
"Hot," demanded Bob, turning to til.
waiter, and Immediately conducted bil
partner to o seat in the lower end of the
tent. Here, now, !" resumed Bob. handing
Nancy her share, " here's that you may b.
Mrs. Foster afore the. gext pattern iv St
Nancy, though evidenAly fiattered by the
near prospect of becoming Bob's beloved
partner until death do them part, appeared
shocked at the bare mention ofsuch thing,
and by way of confirmation of her horror,
retreated step or two, bidding him at the
same time to Is go out of that"
At this time there was considerable
number assembled ON the green. Mrs.
Flanagan was driving brisk trade, and
her tent crowded to excess. Blind Larry
Murphy, the fiddler, was led into the tent,
when slight scuf1e ensued among his adj
mirers as to whe>should have the honor of
giving him the first treat. This heaor
eventually fell to the lot of Jem Dooly
We may here remark that glass or two of
the natire on such occasions is as indispen-
sable to good fiddling as the rosin of the
bow.
Merriment and good-humor prevailed.
and everything promised a happy evening,
when Larry, after few preliminary scrapes
" st. Patrick's Day." In an instant half a
score of boys and girls were upon the floor,
dancing in their best style.
The only thing calculated to mar the fes-
tivities of the evening was the presence of
the schoolmaster of the place, Mr.. John
Cassidy. He was powerfully built man,
with bald head, o large round red face,
and, what added very much to his appear
anceas learned character, his nose was
by huge pair of spectacles
the tent, he occupied a rather
position while his assumed
pgnlty ana reserve bore evident testimony
to the exalted idea he, entertained of the
of his mission for every one
Snew that he appeared in the character of
looker-on in behalf of Father O'Rafferty,
Who was unable himself to be present, but
ieemed some oversight necessary over his
lock. He did not condescend to exchange
single word with the poor, simple, and
ieluded people that he saw before him, but
watched their proceedings, his |
yebrows contracted as well by nature as |
~ habit, and his lips compressed to such |
N extent as to add at least quarter of an
nch to the width of his organ of smell.
But" says Bid Whelan, accompanying
What she was going to say with dig of her
lbow into the ribs of Dick Stafford-being
delicate way of arousing his attention.
look at Nancy Murphy am Bob Foster, in
he lower end of the tent. Fax, she've no
perrit in her anyhow. That fella was
pakin' to girl for fourteen years once, an
t last she got tired of i'm and got married
0 another fella. But the funniest thing of
IL wus whin she got married TO the other
lila. Bob was so kilt about her that no
ne saw head or tail of i'm Cor as good as a
hole week he slept out in the fields an
itches, SO whin he returned the dog am the
at began to make friends with i'm. But
lob thought they wor maxim game'of i'm
s being an ould bachelor. So he flid the
,ngs at the dog, an sent i'm yelpin' out
yer the half-door, an threw pinch of
ruff in the cats face, an changed his pur-
n into sneezin'. The poor dogfgot such
fright for his life, that whin he sees any
ne ketchin' up the tOngs he thinks it's GO