Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1869-04-20

At the base of high and densely
wooded hill in a little village on the
north western coast of Ireland, which
for the sake of a name, we shall call
Mulligatine, there stood, some ffty-six
years ago, a large and weather stained
mansion, owned and occupied by Sir
Murdoch Gillespie, whose stout and
stalwart frame, combined with an ex-
tremely rubicund visage, and exten-
sive jolly red nose, caused the most
casual observer readily to infer the
fact that, the possessor of the above
named accomplishments was a fine
old Irish gentleman, Of very ancient
time.
The master spirit of gayety, cheer
fulness,an life in Sir Murdoch's house
hold at the time spoken of was a
young, fat, buxom-looking maid-of-all
work, Kate Delaney.
Whilst this fair representative of
Irish low-caste beauty, in the afternoon
of a wild and dreary autumn day, was
busily engaged in the kitchen of her
masters house in affairs of domestic
comfort, young lady, tall in stature,
regal in bearing, and exquisitely beau
tiful in the face, fancifully attired in a
snow white dress, the waist of which
was covered with rich scarf of black
velvet, and wearing upon her hand
some head light, and gaily decorat-
ed straw hat, entered the apartment,
and with a sad, plaintive voice, ex-
claimed:
Henry is certainly coming to day !;
and see here, Katy, in my bridal robe
| am going forth to meet him"
"Plase, Miss Mariette, don't be af
ther goin' out in this raw and windy
afternoon" rejoined Katy. "If yez
do, it'll be as much as yer blessed
life's worth, so it will"
$50 let it be then, responded Mari
ette. without the presence of my be.
loved Henry, life to me is hardly worth
the keeping. So" she continued, her
manner changing to sort of wild i'm
petuosity, earring not at all for wild
winds or stormy weather, | am going
once more down to the Giants Gap,
feeling positively sure | shall meet my
dear Henry there. All, Katy, if | only
do, you shall be most suitably reward
ed for all the unbounded care you
have bestowed upon poor Mariette.
You shall be dressed equal 20 any lady
in the land, and have gold and silver
in great abundance. Now be a good
girl; don't tell uncle where | have
gone. I'm off for the Gap; Goodbye. y
And without allowing Katy time to
reply, Mariette Immediately left the
house.
The diviish men; bad luck to the
whole deSavin' crowd EN-" Solilo.
quized Katy, as the door closed on
the retreating form Of Mariette, "they
are the biggest botheration in the
morthal world, so they are"
What the divil would you do wild
out the men, Miss Kate Delaney ~
said the rough voice of Patrick Ma
loon, Sir Murdoch GiIespie's coach
man, who entered the kitchen just a,
Mariette went out.
"What would we do, yez want tt
know, does yez ?" repeated Katy witt
a coquettiSh toss of her pretty head
"whisht now till | tell yez. We woulC
be free-and asy, could do just as W.
PLACED ,hev our own blessed way abou
livery thing, and wouldn't hev anybody
to break our tiuder hearts for us,wher
iver they takes a noshin, so We
wouldn't"
"Nor nobody to love, chirish, anC
purtect you swate little darlints of tn'
world" replied Pat.
Don't yez call me swate little dar
lint, Pat Maloon," rejoined Kate, "un
less yez want to receive a left-handeC
slap across yer chops, now,"
"Do yez name to say, you'd dare t.
, slap my face ?" inquired Pat.
"Jist as soon as | would cats il
yez purvoke me to it" answered Kate
"Bedad, Katy" returned the coach
: man reproachfully, "yez might strik
!, harder than yez meant to, and knoc
me down and kill me dead, and thi
! down ye'd go on yer purity knase, an
wild the hot tears streamin' down you
dimund eyes would cry, whoo-roc
whoo-roo, what shall | do, I've kille
me Pat, boo-hoo, boo-hoo."
"Whin | cry for jist KILN a. man,
rejoined Kate, "it'll be for a betthe
wun nor iver yez begin to be, Misthe
Pat Maloon."
"Sich wun, for instance, as Mis-
Mariette cries about sometimes" sue
: gested Pat.
: "lf iver there was livin' man wort
= cryin' Tor, returned Kate, "Henr
Calverton is jist the chap"
v "You've sane him, thin, suppose
II said Pat Maloon.
d "Sane him" repeated Kate; "il
o dade | hev, hundred times, or less
where: wild you tell me ?" inqui
ed Pat.
"In Dublin, sure" responded Kat
d "Coorted Miss Mariette, didn't he
u asked Pat.
e "Was ingaged to be married t
her," answered Kate.
"An came so near doin' that bea
e tiful thing, then he missed it, eh ?"-
r said Pat. "Tell us how it happene
!, won't yez, Katy dear ?"
d "Don't yez know as well as me, J
s spalpeen ?" replied Kate.
e "How the divil should I, havi
l. been only a cupple of wakes in S
e Murdoch's employ"
n "Sure enough, Pat" rejoined Kat
"yez havn't had much of chance @
KNOWN Mariette's story, any way
o So if you'll be asy a few minnits, an
J. let me talk in me own old .fashione