The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-05-26

AoIuN tNttlNQ Win JUN uNN
behisd his back, and took his seat ON a
three-legged stool that Mrs. Linskey
had pushed in front of the fire for him.
"Fine weather for the crops, Corny,n
Peter said, poking up the fire with his
shoe San, Mary, throw ON couple
o. sods o. dry turf, an sweep up the
hearth, will YEP"
] Mary did a her husband desired. and
Y then going to recess in the wall by
4 the fireplace took out from thence y
new clay pipe and piece of tobacco
Y (fIobably got at the last wake she had
been att. "Will We light the pipe, Cor
ny?M she said, handing them Ia the old
man, who took them with a nod and
I" Thankee kindly" and filed slowly,
kindled with a coal from the hearth,
blew few whifls in grave dignifed 81
lence, and then handedit 10 Peter, who
in equal silence smoked it for a few
moments, and then handed il back 10
Corny and proceeded to light his own
pipe.
They both smoked steadily for some
time, then Mrs. Linsky pulled a small
table between them, produced from her
chest a stone jar Of potheen and couple
of cracked glasses, which she set on the
table with noggin of cold water, and
taking up her pail, proceeded 10 the
barn TO milk the COWS.
That's purity colleen of yours, Pc
ther,' Corny said after long silence.
"Thrue for We, an good, sensible
little girl into the bargain: it's
happy's the man that'll get her." Peter
s-arlfa1 .,f flor 1t,. a.s, - ~
That's what | said myself, an
come over to see if we can't make
match between my Dermott an her
self" O'Byrne said after another inter
val.
"He's a likely boy" pursued Peter
reflectively
"Ye may as well say that, Pether,
an he'll make a good husband, no
doubt, for he's good son What do We
say to it?n Corny asked, leaning for
ward on his stool.
..I'm pleased
.God save all here,n said harsh,
grating voice, and head appeared in
the doorway, '.Good evening to We,
Pether,r
"Good evening, kindly Peter re-
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Tom
The new conner entered and took
stool, and, casting questioning glance
at Corny O'Byrne, proceeded 10 light
his pipe, and smoked for some minutes I
He was a stout, Manufactured man,
with loud voice He was not much Of
favorite in the village, and especially Z
disliked by Corny O'Byrne- who never
lost an opportunity OF annoying Tom
Dillon. lie was a comfortable farmer.
and one of his sons had been making
up to Katie Linskev some time before .
After silence, during which the three
old men smoked energeticallv, Dillon
cleared his throat two or three times, I
and then said abruptly: Pether, |
want TO make match between Your
little girl and my Martin; have ye any
thing to say agin it9''
s'Sorra one word, Tom: only me
neighDor Corny O'Byrne and myself
We're speaking o the same thing when
We come inir Peter replied, with a
shrewd glance n shem both.
First come, first served, Pether."
Corny said, shaking the ashes from his
pipe and knocking the bowl against his
thumb-nail; :. mind that"
$40 be sure, to De sure" Peter re-
piled; and there was another long
pause.
can we may rs Well clinch the bar
gain AZ Onct," C0rnv continued.
10 be sure, % he -are. Peter again
assented, smokin- steadily
"le have nothin' Agin my Martin,
have We, Peter Lin-key Tom Dillon
said, lay ing down his pipe
''Agin him9 NO heels aiee, daceni
boy, an | have great regard f3r him.
Peter answered.
can ne has great regard for your
little girl, an sorra q days good he'll
do till he's married. " calculated Tom,
bringing his fist down on the table.
. lie set his mind ia it, and I'll back
him outim
Turf an tundther, Tom Dillon,
didn't Pether Linskey ten YOU came
matchmaking for my Defmuts"
" Tundther and turf. Corny O'Bryne,
don't tell You that | come 10 do the
same thing for my Martin; an | sup
pose Dillon may ask Linskey in
marriage any day-an' he can afford it,
too,n Tom added, slapping his pocket.
AN let me tell We, an O'Byrne can
put down pound for pound with Iins-
key any day or, for that matter, with
"A Dillon, Corny said. with a scornful
glance at Tom, who was in his working
clothes" Pether,n he continued, eve
know what | came for; what fortune
are We gOin' TO give katie?"
Peter took out his pipe, emptied it,
proceeded to refill 1t leisurely, poked
the fire, relit the pipe, settled himself
back in his corner, and said slowly:
- Fortune, COrnyl Katie l. fortune
herself I'm a poor man, an the times