The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-06-08

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between them, produced from baf chest
store ar Il po.hesa and : eouple Of
cracked eHats, which she SCI on the
table vHh uasgiH Of eald water, and
tak.aE up bsr psH, proceeded 70 The barn
% mfIs tbc cows
IhNs purity colleen o. your, Petherl
Couy tajl aHer d long silence.
Thuc Tor yc, IA good sensible little
girl iut8 tie bargain; ~. hsppy's The
man ,bau get her, Peter replied after
due consideration.
That's what ] said myself az COME
over 90 sce if We can't make a match be-
tween my normoti al herself, O'Byrne
said after auoihor interval
Iie's likely boy pursued Peter re-
nra.iycly
Yc may as well say that, Pether, an
he'll make q good husband, no doubt,
for he's q good sou What do ye say to
that, Corny asked, leaning forward on
III, stool
I'm pleased
God save an here, said harsh grating
voice, and q head appeared in ibe door
way, Good evening 10 ye, pether.
Good evening kindly, Peter returned.
Come in and take a seat.
Tic new conner entered aud took a
stool, and, casting questioning glance
at Coray O'Byrne, proceeded TO light his
pipe, and smoked for some minutes. He
was stout, harsh.featured man, with a
loud voice, lie was not much OF favor
ite in tho village and especially disl'ked
by O'Byrne-who never lost an oppor-
tunity Of annoying Tom Dillon. He WAS
comfortable farmer, and one OF his
sons hsd been making mp TO Katie Lin
skey some time before. After silence,
during which tho three old men smoked
energetically, Dillon cleared bis throat
two or three times, and chen said abrupt.
ly: Pethor, want to make match be-
tween your little girl and my Martin;
have ye anything 10 say ogin it.
Sorra one word, Tom; only me neigh
Dor Corny O'Byrnc aud myself were
speaking O the same thing when ye came
in! Peter replied, with a shrewd glance
at them both.
First come, first served, Peter, Corny
said. shaking the ashes from his pipe aud
knocking the bowl against bis thumb
nail; mind that.
70 be sure, Peter replied; and there
was another pause.
An we may as well elnch the bargain
at onct, Corny continued
To be sure, Peter replied; and kept
on smoking steadily,
Ye have nothing agin my Martin, have
ye, Peter Linskoy? Tom Dillon said,
laying down bis pipe.
Agin him2 No; he's a nice, dacent
boy, an have great regard for him,
Peter answered
An lie has great regard for yer little
girl, au sorra a days good hc'Ii do till
be is married, calculated Tom, bringing
his fist down on the table. He's set his
mind on il, and III back him out.
Turf au' thunderl Tom Dillon, didn't
Peter Linskey tell yon | came match
making for my Dermott?
Tart an thundther! Corny O'Byrne,
don't tell you that | come to do the
same thing for my Martin; an | suppose
Dillon may ask Linskey in marriage
any day-an' he can afford it, tool Tom
added, slapping his pocket.
An let me tell ye, an O'Byrne can put
down pound for pound with Linskey
any day; or, for that matter, with Dill.
lon, Corny said, with scornful glance at
Tom, who was in bis working clothes
Pelher, he continued, ye know what !
came for; what fortune are goin' to give
| Katie?
Peter took out his pipe, emptied it,pro.
ceeded to refill it leisurely, poked the fire
/ rcit the pipe, settled himself back in his
corner aud said slowly; Fortune, Cornyl
/ Katie is fortune herself. I'm poor
man, an The times is bad; an beyant a
new gown, couple Of foeccs OF wool,
an hank or 30 Of yarn, can't give her
any fortune.
Corny looked astonished, and pushed
| back his stool, as much as 10 say that all
/ further negotiations were useless, when
| Tom Dillon said: Never mind, Pether;
/ there's them as II be wiliu' to take her
without any fortune, an can aiIjrd it,
too
Thruc for We Tom Dillon, an one o
them is Dermot O'Byrne. We're not
depeudin on few bare pounds-not but
what its well TO have somethin' to put by
/ Tor the childer, be added cautiously.
10 be sure, Corny, to be sure, leter
assented
/ Well, Pether, Is Il to be me or Corny
4 IsaD Dillon to Be put behind the door for
an O'Byrneg Isn't my Martin as likely
a bey as there's in the barony? Hell
take your colleen without a brass penny,
an' do well for her. What do yer say
to thstl Tom asked slapping the table.
Bedad, then, Tom, rm in a fix entirely
Here's Corny' dacent ould man, with .
ine, steady gossoon Of son-he's frst
au here's yourself, an honest man an q
good neighbor-sorra better-an' sure
Martin i the pride Of the parish on q
sunday! I'm bothered entirely, an
what can say. bnt settle il between ye
Whichever Of ye can do the best for her
take Lcr ID the name Of 81. Patrick ant
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