Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1879-10-01

|" suppose 70 were to ny nothing about
4, rood OK bad, and Just pretend to take
. sudden disliko to Morris, and lot the
priest speak 70 her himself, she'd come
a0ut ct opposition to me, ehr
"And let her gain the day, thenf-
that would b cowardly," replied the
farmer. drawing himself up. "No,
won't"
Father, dear, you don't understand"
aid the cunning lass; "sure ye're for
Morris; and when We sre-that il, you
know what / mean" she continued, and
luckily the twilight concealed her
bluahes-"if that took place, it's you
that would have yer wi way"
"True for ", Norry, my girl, true for
70; Inever thought of that before2" and,
pleased with the idea of strickin his
wife, the old man fairly capered for Joy.
But stay 4 while-stay, aisy, aisy,
aisyt" he commenced; show am / to
managef Sure the priest himself will
be here Tomorrow morning early; and
he's out upon q station now, 10 there's
no speaking with him; he's no way quick
either; we'll Be bothered entirely II he
comes In ON q suddsnt."
"Loave it to me, dear father-leave it
ell to mel" exclaimed the animated girl;
only pluck up q spirit, and whenever
Morris name IL mentioned, abuse him
but not with al yer heart, father-only
from the teeth out"
When they re-entered, the fresh boiled
lpototoes sent . warm curling steam to the
very Yafters Of the lofty Kitchen; they
were poured out into . large wicker dish,
and on the top Of the pile rested . plate
of COARSE white salt; noggins of butter
milk were flied on the dresser; and on a
small round table q cloth was spread,
and some deli plates awaiting the more
delicate repast which the farmers wife
was hersef preparing.
"What's for supper, motherf" in.
quired Norah, - she drew her wheel
toward her, and employed her fairy foo:
In whirling 1t round.
"Plaguy s~ipeens," she replied; "bite
o bog chickens, that's you've always
had such . fancy for; Barney Leary kilt
them himself"
ESQ I did," said Barney, grinning
and that stick wild q hook, Of Morris
Donovan'a is the finest thing in the
world for knocking 'em down."
eff Morris Donovan's stick touched
them, they shan't come here" said the
farmer, striking the poor little table such
Q blow with his clenched hand, "a made
not only 1t, but Mrs. Clary jump.
aAnd why 70, prayf" asked the dame
"Becsuse nothing belonging to Morris
let alone Morris himself, shall come into
this house." replied Clary; she's not t.
my liking anyhow, and there's no goot
In bis b0thering here after what he won't
get"
Excellent" thought Norah.
"Lord, . rs" calculated Mrs
Clary, - she placed the grilled snipe'
on the table, "what's come to the manf'
Without needing his resolution, she wa
proceeding to distribute the savory
" birdeens," when, to her establishment
her usually tame husband threw tn,
dish and its contents into the flames
the good woman absolutely stood for /.
moment aghast. The calm, however
was not Of long duration. She 500,
rallied, and commenced hOstilities
"How dare you, ye spalpeen, throw ava.
any of Gods mate after that fashion
and l to the foref What do you name
Iaayf"
II name, that nothing touched b,
Morris Donovan shall come under tbi
roof; and IT / catch that girl of mine
looking at the same eide O. the road ht
walks on, I'll tear the eyes out of hel
head, and send her to q nunneryw
You wilt And dare you say thai
to my face, to q child o. minel You
will, will you? we'll see, my boyl III
tell you what, If l like, Morris Donovan
shau come into this house, and what,
more, be master of this house; and that
what you never had the heart to be yet
ye poor old mailr"
So saying, Mrs. Clary endeavored Il
rescue from the fire the hissing remaini
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
it, claw, fairly put her out Of the kitch.
on. This Was the signal for fresh hos.
Utilities. Mrs. Clary stormed and stamp.
ed; and Mr.. Clary persisted in abusing
mot 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 sunsst, Norah Clary should be
Norah Donovan. / wish you could
have seen Norry's eye, dancing with JOY
and exultation, ~ it peeped through the
latch-h0le; 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 carly
beams over the glowing cheek of Norah
Clary, for her wise thought" had pros
pered, and she was Fastening to the
trystiug tree, where, "by chance" either
morning or evening, she generally met
Morris Donovan. / don't know how it
ID, but the moment the course of true
love "runs smooth" 1t becomes very
uninteresting, except to the parties CON.
ceined. 30 it IL now left for me only to
say that the maiden, after q due and
proper time consumed in teasing and
tantalising her intended, told him her
saucy plan and its result. And the
lover hastened, on the wings of love
(which | beg my readers clearly to un-
deEstand are swifter and stronger in Ire
land than in any other country, to ap-
prise the priest of the arrangement, we'll
knowing that his reverence loved his
nephew, and niece that wa to be to say
nothing Of the wedding supper and the
profits arising therefrom), too well, not
to aid their merry jest.
What hustle, what preparation, what
ieastine, 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 "sheepiah; !" and the BRIDE
groom-but b~ridegrooms 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 i~ndecorously sprang up. seized 1
shillelah Of stout oak, and, whi.ling it
rapidly over his head, shouted:
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