The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1870-08-14
THE PRIEST HUNTER.
An Irish Tale of the Penal Times.
BY NJ. ,ARcHDEAcoN, ESQ.
(Continued.)
CHAPTER XIV.

aaron andrews and his daughter WEI
|zHated in the neat and we'll ordered parlu
81 the cottage, which almost immediatel
&A1olned the foundry. Before Bessy was
4nrge and apparently long used accoun
look, in which and from which she was oc
seslopally making entries and transcripts
Weei, Bese, my girl, !" said her father
81 he indulged in q smoke, while she wa
yfranging the accounts, "y'll just see tina
1Of 9 day be slapped fra Rob Mnrdock
- cafAe not till -wosk the day till shortly
Tore the dinner bell.n
81 "Ah, but father, recollect it was ths
Christening of his child that detained him, ,
EAe observed, as she marked The full amount
u the man. q
Then, Bessy, woman, twill be quite
cough to allow half wages till Owen Car
y, as. ne has been ganging hame early
I'D comm late the week."
Surely, sir, there should be consider
II decaying wife and a sickly family
low, dear father, how little you would
9urself be Fit to attend business if your
sor Bessy was ailing," and she flung one
nd fondly on his shoulder, while with
p other she filed up the amount as before.
Weel, Bess, I see ye're determined to
entradict and ha' yer ain way. But surely
% ha,n't onyt&ing to say for that ne'er-
Peweei, Jamie Naughten, that wasted the
$50 NoSesAt ala OAAVOcih VAt4@A&uOAu /,
y he got his GROOM cracked, ond couldn't
8ng till work on Monday till long after
4a-day. Spak for hine moo, con vel"
indeed, dear father, 1 have great deal
Gay for poor jamie, who, though little
I'd aud thoughtless, is both wefl-hearted
= atfaehed. Why, when you were un-
~ 4Ast summer, there was no man in the
'ncern 30 regular, or SO anxious for your
pvery; and when the fire broke out
pr, he was the most active among hum
DIS in extinguishing it."
Weei, weel, Bess, woman, see it's |
~ to be arguin' VII We. So ha' yer ain |
ond gin yer minded t'impoverish yer
- by encouragin' others till idleness,
e's nae use in gainsayin' ye, partiklarly
&fore month yen ha' another to guide
"a mono sense ond substance, though
years neither a red coat nor blue-no
serjeant-major Heavisides is much
rs, tor he's moral mon, VII some
ley saved but L don't fancy the mill
and / hope the worthy Mr.. McNab,
will be on his way fra Belfast next
may be as easy till yer hand, my
assyer auld father. Pass on till the
Bhty accounts-<0
Here, father, IL cnr old friend, Ned Cor
said Bessy, paling and reddening
q luckily in the nick of time, as fear (
ting over the next complicated accounts !
I'D increase a slight headache feel at {
EeRt.p :
Yes, my bloomin' rosebud, here am" /
the Old tutor and clerk, entering, "and 9
nd to be able to sarve his mourneen a
way. o, barrin' for the ould boys s
n here Tin a whisper), I'd repate three 1
our verses put last night to the poem I
mt my rosebud, that 'ud make Dan He v
hty, the spalpeen, crazy if he only hard a
Weel, Bessy, don't stoop any more, nv
lie, but set a chair for our nibor, ond he t.
finish the accounts. But first let's ha' a
otbful fra the cupboard, as the evenin's s.
e-that liz, gun Ned haze ma objection" f,
Aaron relaxed his features into slight fl
Very well, misther Andrews !; never o.
lout your joke an your sup. But why m
ldn't ybu have them sir; an more COM d.
to your heart with them4 My little in
bud knows I haven't taste Ov Objec- es
to ga9tog~e (drink), any time, as NJ