The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1879-05-22
abaas hersl

NfNf# ~ FHttAAat ~ 'fN N#AN y $50
an sorry 10 bear Hugb was 20 bad -
that, Tin.
Well, sorrA much was on him, hiss
Ellen; but be was 10th 10 quit Ars. Gal
sgher's wheu we got OF The boat, 20 We
just left him there. ileml Mlss Ellen.
I've lhongbt 70 change my liie.
I'm very gisd to hear Il, Tim.
Yes, Miss (rim slwAys forgot my mat
ronly dtle 10 confident talk) yes, Miss.
IT'S lonely work, growing old with mo-
body to take care OF you
That's selfish way oflooking At lhings
Tim, replied.
Begorra, miss, what else would q man
marry for but 10 have himself took care
or
suppose liking the giri be marries
would be kind OF reason, too, re-
sponded.
Oh, ay. I'd sin ake to have the one
I'd fancy, ifshe was handy.
And who are you thinking OF! l asked
as Tim bent over boz Of gers Mum cut.
tings. hope she is nice and good, and
will be kind to your poor mother, aud 8
good nsnsgery
Faith, | wouldn't take one that wasn't
that, Miss Ellen, he replied without rails
ing bis head. But il's hard 10 tell how
these Young ones N turn out.
She is young, thenI
Young enough and settled enough, he
responded. There's t,co Pm thiukin' of
Two! exclaimed. Why, that is not
right Of you, Tim. You are surely old
enough to know the kind Of wife which
would suit you best; aud it's unfair to
the girls. Those wo young women you
were walking with on Saturday,
just so, replied Tim, utterly unabsshed
Mary Dogkerty an Susie Conuor. Mary's
the purtiest, be added in half solloquy
have always heard she was as good
as she looked, | said. She's been such a
dutiful daughter, and good sister TO those
wild boys. she cannot fail TO make good
wife.
May be, quoth Tim. But the Dogher-
tys is down IN the world these times
know they are not rich; but they are
comfortable.
They aren't beghing, miss, axing your
pardon; but, mushal it's little soflDess
there is about the house.
Well, suppose she has known what it
is to want, she will know better how to
take care OF plenty when she gels it.
Troth, don't know. May be when
she'd get her two hands full, she'd be
throwin' away, for them that's reared Ia
poverty seldom knows how 10 guide
plenty wien il comes.
Well, I've always heard Mary extoled
for being the prettiest aud best girl in
Innishowen; aud | am sure you may
think yourself happy man If you can
get her for wife, | said rather sharply.
Sorrs word lie In that, Miss Ellen,
replied Tim, as he placed the last young
gersnium in its pot. She's good girl,
aud as purity one as you'd see In a sum.
mer's day; but I'm thinking III step up
and see them before spskc to her.
Why, Tim, have things gone so far as
that?
Well, may say I've courted her up to
the akin, Miss.
Aud the other, Tim7 asked, intensely
amused.
Troth, don't know but have her on
my hands, too.
Now, IS that fair to either? | asked
rather Indignantly.
Begorra, ! don't know. a man has TO
lock before him sharp.
And who is the other2 Mary's cousin!
Yes, MiFs, long Tom Connor's daOgb
ter, from Shruve. She's up with Mary
since IIoIyeve. Hudie's lookin' after her.
She's no beauty, Tim.
No, Miss, but she's settled. They do
say she's a triile coarse In her temper !;
but she has the finest .year-old heifer
ever eet my eye on. A pure beauty,
Miss Ellen.
And what good would the COW be to
you, Tim, il you had sour, cross-grsined
wiic at home?
May be she wouldn't be so sour or cross
when she'd have good house over her
baad, an pIeaty. She's gettin old, Miss
Elen,a and she sees the young ones comm
on her left. They'd be queer change in
her II she had ber own way.
You seem to think more OF the COW
than Of the girl, Tim Iretorted.
rroth, its the purtiest av the two.
Bat, Miss, I'm sayin' what would you
advise me?
Marry the girl you like best, Tim I;
never mind the COW. A young, sweet
tempered girl like Mary, who had been
so good to her siekly father and mother,
so gentle aud loving TO those wild broth
ers cannot fail TO make s good wife. You
will never be sorry ~ you marry the girl
you Ike best.
True for you, ma'am--true for you.
She il good girl, and I'm highland
sare ! Ike her beyant any women 10 the
world; but, Miss Ellen, I'd wish she bad
the COW
Next day | left home nor did return
until The dhfiodils .wese glis,ering in the
spring meadows around our home, An,l
the rocks cawing over their fedglings In
the woods behind our garden. Tim wa
married. bad heard that from mother
early 10 The year; bat upon which fall
maid bis choice had fallen was stlll un
certain. IL was late 81 night when re
turned from my travels, aud mother hat
( far too much TO talk Of TO tell me I'd,