The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1876-06-21

five pounds down the day they are
married, house an home, feather.
bed, afine mule, heifer, an clutch
of ducksP said Corny, putting his
money back into bis stocking.
Fax, an a clutch of ducks isn't
bad, observed Peter. They're bet
ter than a calf to them that hasn't n
COW to feed it; an Corny's is the best
house, an Katie III have all to herself.
When your Matt and James marry, it
will be mighty narrow for ye ALL
james is going to America, Pc.
ther,' said Tom.
We'll, that makes difference. But
isn't there anything else yer inclined
to offerS Dermott is the best match at
this minutep observed Peter.
I'm donep said Tom. Then sud
denly starting up, he cried: Wait a
minute;' and ran out of the house, re-
turning in quarter Of an hour, stag
gerlng under great sack of seed DO
tatoes, 'Therel Corny O'Bryne; put
that in yer pipe an smoke itp he
cried exultingly.
Corny, at first sight of the sack,
started to his feet, and put ION his hat.
Wait a minute, Pether,' he cried;
'I'll not be long'-and running ali
the way home, be was soon there.
Get Inc the sack, Judy--the meal
sack-an' be quickp he cried excit-
edly.
ARA, be aisy, Corny, shure an the
male is in it,
'Betther, an betther,' cried Corny,
going into the room which served as a
dairy and without vouchsafng an.
other word to his astonished Judy, he
shouldered the sack, and trotted off
with it as fast as he could.
Completely out of breath, he reach
ed Peters bathed in perspiration but
on entering, he unluckily tripped over
the door step, and fell with tho sack
full length into the kitchen. The
string round the neck of the bag gave
way, and covered with the meal, he
groaned and stammered breathlessly:
'Th-there Pe-pe-there Lins-k-eyl VIII
while the 'praties' was gr-growing, the
meal would keep them alive W-what
do ye say, Pe-pether2'
'Begorra, Corny, l say what 1 have
often said before, that yer a dacent
man-and yer boy is welcome to Kate
Linskoy.'
What do you mean, Peterp cried
Tom Dillon.
'What l say, Tom; nor a more nor
a less. The childer might die of the
.tareg,irtha Ga fainting brought on by
hunger, or over-fatigue without proper
sustenance) while the praties was
growing. Dsrmott O'Bryne can best
provide my little girl with comforts,
and he is welcome to her.
At that moment merry laugh
caused the three old men to look
round, and Corny tried to scramble to
his feet. In the doorway stood Katie
Linskey, her hands pressed to her
sides, and tears of mirth coursing
down her pretty face, i am sorry for
your trouble, Corny,' she said advanc-
ing; but l could not help laughing,
for ye look so quare;' and she burst
into fresh peal. -.1 80
BE quiet, Katie, and come here,'
said Peter, beckoning his daughter to
his side, 4 was match making for ye;
and the bargain is closed betune me
and Corny for you and Dermott
O'Brynep
'Ye don't name it, father T said Ka.
tie, with eomical glance at Corny
and Tom Dillon.
'Shure enough, I do, ma colleen;
have ye anything to say agin it?' re-
piled Peter, knocking the ashes from
his pipe.
fMusha, not word at all, father
dear 'only-only'-
Only what, KatieP
Only, was married last Tuesday
to Jack Mangan, the painterP she re-
piled, with a loud, musical laugh,
which brought her husband TO the
door.
'WhatP shrieked Tom Dillon.
'Whatp echoed Corny.
'Oh, Pether Linskev, yer afther
humbugging usp cried Tom reproach-
fully.
'Ay, humbugging us ? echoed Cor
ny mournfully; and Peter, who was a
sly old humorist, pat his head against
the wall, and laughed heartily at their
astonishment.
When next Corny went match-mak-
ing, he took care to find out before
hand if the young woman was willing;
and as for Tom Dillon, he vowed it
served him right to be humbugged, as
he only wanted to bother his neighbor,
COrny O'Bryne with whom he was
ever after good friends), and he de-