Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-09-25

this house." replied CIary; "he's not to
my liking anyhow, and there's mo good
in bis bothering here after what he won't
get"
Excellent" thought Norah.
Lord, save US" CALCULATED Mrs.
Clary, as she placed the grilled snipes
on the table, what's come to the manw
Without needing his resolution, she was
proceeding to distribute the savory
birdeens," when, to her astonishment
her usually tame husband threw the
dish and its contents into the flames !;
the good woman absolutely stood for q
moment aghast. The calm, however,
was not of long duration. She soon
rallied, and commenced hostiii.ies:
How dare you, ye spalpeen, throw away
any of Gods mate after that fashion.
and TO the fore2 What do you name,
Isay?"
81 name, that nothing touched by
Morris Donovan shall come under this
roof; and if | catch that girl of mine
looking at the same eide O. tic road he
walks on, Pll tear the eyes out of her
head, and send her to a nunneryl"
You will! And dare you say that
TO my face, to a child o mine! You
will, will you? we'll see, my boy! I'll
tell you what, if like, Morris Donovan
shdU come into this house, and what's
more, be master of this house; and that's
what you never had the heart to be yet,
ye poor old snail"
So saying, Mrs. Clary endeavored to
rescue from the fire the Kissing remains
of the burning snipes. Norah attempt
ed to assist her mother; but Clary, lift
ing her up, somewhat after the fashion
OF an eagle raising golden wren with
its claw, fairly put her out of the kitch-
EN-. This was the signal for fresh hos.
tllities. Mrs. Clary stormed and stamp
ed; and Mr.. Clary persisted in abusing
not only Morris, but Morris uncle,
Father Donovan, until at last the far
mer's helpmate swore, ay, and roundly
too, by cross and saint, that before the
next sunset, Norah Clsry should be
Norsh Donovan. / wish you could
have seen Norry's eye, dancing with Joy
and exultation, as it peeped through the
latch hole; it sparkled more brightly
than the richest diamond in our mon.
arch's crown, for it was filled with hope
and love.
The next morning before the sun was
fully up, he was throwing his early
beams over the glowing cheek of Norah
Ciary, for her "wise thought" had pros.
pered, and she was fastening to the
trysting tree, where, "by chance" either
morning or evening, she generally met
Morris Donovan. | don't know how it
is, but the moment the course of true
love "runs smooth" it becomes very
uninteresting, except to the parties con-
cerned. So it is now left for me only to
say that the maiden, after a due and
proper time consumed in teasing and
tantalizing her intended, told him her
saucy plan and its result. And the
lover hastened on the wings of love
(Which l beg my readers clearly to un.
derstand are swifter and stronger in Ire
land than in any other country, to ap-
prise the priest of the arrangement, well
knowing that his reverence loved his
nephew, and niece that was to be Ito say
nothing of the wedding supper and the
profits arising therefrom), too well, not
to aid their merry jest.
What hustle, what preparation, what
feasting, what dancing, gave the country
folk enough to talk about during the
happy Christmas holidays, l cannot now
describe. The bride of course looked
lovely and sheepish; and the bride
groom-but bridegrooms are always un-
interesting. One fact, however, is worth
recording. When Father Donovan con-
cluded the ceremony, before the bridal
kiss had passed, farmer Clary, without
any reason that his wife could discover,
most indecorously sprang up, seized
shillelah of stout oak, and, whi.ling it
rapidly over his head, shouted:
Garry me out! by the powers she's
beat! we've won the dsy!-ould Ireland
foreverl Success boys!-she's beat, she's
beatW
The priest, too, seemed vastly to enjoy
this extemporaneous effusion, and even
the bride laughed outright. Whether
the good wife discovered the plot or not,
| never heard; but of this | am certain,
that the joyous Norah never had reason
to repent her wise thought"
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