The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1873-03-30

quired for sueoess in all or any OF the above
respects Ned, although he had taken his part
with his father, feared not -Ay, there was an.
other question: Was winpy inclined for him
The other old man bad not forgotten the
feelcr be had thrown ont either, nor tho
thoughtfal silence with which it had been re-
ceivod for Mick Murdock could not believe
| that man of Nod Cavapa's penetration had
misunderstsod him. Indeed, he wac inclined
TO think that the Same matter might hsve or
iglpatsd in Ned's own misd, from some w0 1'
he had once or twice dropped about poor Win
ny's prospects whom he was gone. and tho sus-
pence it woeld be to him if she were not set
tied in life before that day; ''snefisd perhaps
tune hunter with q handsome face, when she
had no one to look after her."
There was but one word in the above which
Mick thssght could be Justly applied to Tom /;
'extravagant" be undoubtedly was, bot he
was neither abandonment least net handsome
enough to be called as o matter of course
nor was he good, for nothing He was we'll
educated sharp fellow, if be would only lay
himself down to business. He was not q
fortune-huntcr, for he did not require it; bus
idleness and eHtravagance might mako him
one in the end. Yet old Mick was by no means
certain that the propriety of match between
these only and rich children had not suggested
itself to his neghbor Ned we'll as to him
selt He hoped that if Tom had a 'dacent
hankerrin' afthcr" any ons it was for Winny
Cavana; but like her Father, he doubted if
the girl herself was inclined for him. He knew
that she was proud and self-willed. He was
determined, however. to follow the matter up,
and throw out another feeler upon the subject
to his son.
1t was now the 25th of October, jus. six days
from All-Hallow Eve. Mick would ask few
of tie ueighbor TO burn nuts and eat apples.
wind blew.
'Tom," said he to bis son, ~ believe this is
good year for nuts"
Well, father I met a couple, Of chaps ere
yesterday with their pockets full of fine brown
shelters, coming from Clonard Wood"
II dare say they are not all gone yet, Tom
an, l wish you would set them tsget us few
pockets full, and We would ask few of the
neigsbors here to burn them on All-Hallow
That's easy done. father can got three
or four quarts by tomorrow night. Those two
very chaps would be glad to earn few pence
Tor them they wanted me to buy what they
bad; aud if l knew your intentions ut the
time, should have done SO; but it's not too
late Who do you intend to ask, father 7"
why, old Cavana and bis daughter, of
course, and the Hulveys; in short. you know,
ali the neighbors. won't leave any of them
out, Tom. The Cavanas you know, are all as
wan as onrselxes, iHin, at the door with us
and they're much like US too Tom, in many
respects. Old Ned is rich an has but ono
ehiid-a very fine girl. I'm old, an as rich as
though you're to the fore, Tom-a very fine
Old Mick paused. He wanted to see if his
sons Intelligence was on the alert. 1t must
have been vorv dull indeed had it failed to
perceive what his father was driving at; but
he was silent.
That Winny Cavaua is q very fine girl,
Iom,' he continued; land often wonder that
4 handsome young fellow like you doesn't
make more of her. She'll have six hundred
pounds fortune. as round as hoop; beside,
whoever gets her will fall in for that farm at
of it, Tom, just like our own"
"Shes conceited proud piece of goods,
father; and suspect she would rather give
her six hundred pounds to some skauharn than |
to a man of substance like me-"
maybe not now. Did you ever thryf"
NO, father, never did. People don't often
hold their face up to the hail"
'Na-bockleish Tom, she'd do a CRATE dale for |
her father, for you know she must owe every |
thing to him an if she vexes him he can cut |
her ont of her six hundred pounds, and lave
the interest in his farm to any one he likes
and know what lie thinks about you, Tom
LAY, and he's so fond of that one that sue |
can twist him around her finger. Wait now, |
father, until you see if Pm not up to every |
twist and turn of the pair of theni."
"Buj yon never seem to spake to her or mind |
her Mt all, Tom and know, when / was your |
age, always found that the girls liked the man |
best that looked afther them most. I'm purity |
sure too, Tom, that there's one afore You |
there"
"Im not so sure of that. father Bat Ill tell |
you what it is l have not been either blind |
OF idle on what you are talking about; but up |
to this moment she seems to scorn me, father;
there's the truth for you. Aud as for there be-
ing no one before me, all can soy that she |
somehow or other, to come out of
the chapel-door every Sunday at the same mo-
ment with shat whelp. Edward Lennon, from |
the mountain; Emon-a kHock, as they call him,
and as have beard her call him herself.
Rathcash chapel is not in bis parish at all, ana
don't know what brings Kim there"
els it that poor penniless pauper, depending
on his days laborY All, Tom, she's too proud
for that"
eyes, that very fellow; and there's no get
ting word with her whore be s."
"Well, Tom. all 1 can say is this an it's to
my own son Pm sayn' it-that if you let that
fellow pick up that fine girl with her six hun
ired pounds and fall into that rich farm, an
you Twin at the doors with her, you're not
worth staggering bob broth, with all your
book larniu' an good looks to say nothin' of
your manners, Tom avic." And no lef, him
saying to himself, He may put that in his
pocket to balance his knife"
Thus ended what old Mnrdock commenced as
a feeler, but which beca'ne'very plain speak ing
u the end. Dot the All-Hallow Eve party was
TO conc off all the same.
\ Tord or two now of comparison. or ner !
h ps, more properly speaking of contrast. bo-
ween these two aspirants TO Winny Cavana,s
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