The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1877-07-13

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0ltsI came ON particular business this
evening. came to know II you would
be wishful to receive me MS your son-in-
law. You want a good, strong man to
work your farm, and to make you as COM
Portable as possibly can"
The widow said: Thomas, have no
objection to yonr being my son-in-law,
but 1 did not think Mary had her thoughts
ON marriage at present. However, Mary
is coming in; ask her, and If she is will
ing am content"
The words were scarcely spoken when
Mary entered with pail of milk in her
hand. p"
GOOD evening, Mr.. O'Donnell," she
said; "you are quite welcome"
"Thank You, Mary" he answered,
reaching her his hand; hope you
will not be angry with me for what L am
going to say. love You dearly. /
you will consent to be my wife, I will
do all in my power to make you and
your mother as comfortable as 1 possibly
cam"
Mary stepped back from him and an
swered
o"Mr. O'Donnell, I have not made up
my mind to marry for a couple of years;
besides, would not marry you any
way" hss '' 1851
A dark cloud of anger overspread his
features, and, muttering to himself, 81
knew it; but she will rue the day she
will ever marry any other" he departed
from the widows MS angry as he could
be, and returned home. ts
Time rolled on, and James O'Donnell's
three years were drawing to close.
Mary was expecting letter from him
every day, to inform her of his arrival
home. One pleasant evening, as she was
sitting on the doorstep, bordering over
the last visit he had made her, "Per-
haps he had seen some Scotch girl in
Glasgow to admire more than me-" she
the echoes of a horn, and, raising her
head, she saw the letter-carrier crossing
the wild moor, with his leather bag on
his back. She ran to meet him, for he
never took that road except he had a
letter for her or her mother. He gave
her n package on opening it she found a
nice book and note from the object of
her thoughts. The note informed her
that he would go home after another
month. A smile of joy spread over her
countenance as she read the note
Perhaps he may love me yet" she
inwardly said. She fastened to tell her
mother the news. Her fond parent was
overjoyed to hear of his return home
-Four weeks afterward Mary received
another visit from the mail-carrier, with
10 10 ,nfD hot
about to start for home on the next day
He had made all preparations to leave
on the day appointed. The ship YVES to
sail Mt s q. IN. Hn
After four-and-twenty hours of tedious
sailing she cast anchor in view of the
city OF Londonderry, and James O'Don-
nell arrived safe Mt home. After hearty
welcome from all his friends, he thought
it WAS time he was on his road towards
the widows. He started, therefore, for
her home, aid as he got to the channel,
who did he see on the opposite shore,
sitting in the boat, but Mary McDermot,
him she rowed the boat to meet him.
But what different man from the boy
of eighteen that left her three years ago;
a full-grown man, handsome-featured,
broad shoulders, elegantly and well
dressed. He grasped her in his arms
and pressed her to his heart.
"Oh, Mary" he exclaimed, sis it
you?"
Yes, James, it is me; / was waiting
for you; come over to the house; how
glad my mother will be to see You"
They got into the boat and pulled
across to the opposite shore, and started
for the widows house. Mary's mother
was waiting on the threshold to meet
them. The new arrival chatted with the
mother and daughter for a few hours,
when the old woman retired and left the
young people to have quiet talk.
James then drew his seat towards Mary,
and, taking her hand, asked her If she
remembered the promise he made her
three years before, and if she was willing
to renew it then and to become his wife.
"Oh, how good of you, James, to ask
Inc. L could never marry any one but
you," she answered. Taking her hand
i'll his, he imprinted kiss on her blush
ing cheeks. 80 .I..r
This is the happiest moment of my
life" he said. Appoint the wedding
day."
The wedding day was appointed and
arrived OF last, and all the neighbors in
the adjoining islands were invited to the
wedding. The marriage service was per-
formed by the parish priest in the village
church. and on their return home old
Micky Brennan, the piper, took the lead
with his bagpipes, playing Haste to
the Wedding" "All the way to Galway
"The White Cockade," the "Humors Of
Glinn," and Patrick's Day." and other
Irish airs, on the way home. When they
arrived at Mr.. O'Donnell's, there was
good dinner ready for them. The we'd
dingers ate heartily, and, as there was
plenty of poteen, everyone helped him
self plentifully. Everything was going
on well, when it was proposed for the
bride to give a toast. She took a bump
er in her hand and gave them few brief
words, most worthy of the occasion. Old
Paddy Gallagher, who was sitting in the
corner, next TO Micky Brennan, the piper,
jumped from his seat and asked why she
did not speak in the Gaelic Qor the old