Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-09-24

young hearts love, do think II there's no
way to win yer mother over. Tye'd take
me without her leave, sure it's nothing
I'd care for the loss of thousands, let
alone what ye've got. Dearest Norah,
think; since you'll do nothing without
her consent, do think-for once be seri-
Gus, and don't laugh"
"Pm not going to laugh, Norris" re-
piled the little maid at last, after very
long pause: GIVE got wise thought
in my head for once. His reverence,
your uncle, you say, spoke to father-to
speak to mother about it? / wonder
(and he priest) that he hadn't more
sensel Sure, mother was the man; but
I've got wise thought. Good night,
dear Morris, goodnight"
The lass sprang lightly over the fence
into her own garden, leaving her lover
perdu, at the other side, without possess
ing an idea of what her wise Thought"
might be. When she entered the kitch-
en-, matters were going on as usual, her
mother bustling in style, and as cross
Gas bag of weasels."
"Jack Clary," said she, addressing
herself to her husband, who sat quietly
deem, " It's we'll you've got wife who
knows what's what! God help me-!
I've little good of husband, barring the
name! Are ye sure Black NelPs in the
stable?' The husband nodded. "The
cow and the calf, and they fresh strawT'
Another nod. "Bad cess to ye, can't ye
use yer tongue, and answer civil ques-
tionP continued the lady.
"My DEAR" he replied, "sure one like
you has enough talk for ten"
This very just observation was, like
most truths, so disagreeable, that severe
storm would have followed, had not No
rah stepped up to her father and whis-
pered in his ear, I" don't think the stable
door is fastened" Mrs. Clary caught
the sound, and in no gentle terms order
ed her husband to attend to the comforts
of Black Nell.
"Pll go with father myself and see"
said Norah.
"That's like my own child, always
CAREFUL" observed the mother, as the
father and daughter closed the door.
"Dear father" began Norah, cit ism t
altogether about the stable / wanted We,
but-but-the priest said something to
you to-day about-Morris Donovan"
" Yes, darling, and about yerself, my
sweet Norry."
did We speak to mother about %
Ono, darling, she's been so cross all
day. Sure 60 through dale for peace
and quietness. If was like other men,
and got drunk and wasted, it might be
in rason; but. As to Morris, she was
very fond of the boy till she found I
liked him; and then, my jewel, she
turned like sour milk all in a minute.
Pm afraid even the priest III get no good
of her"
"Father, dear father" said Norah,
suppose ye were to say nothing about
it, good or bad, and just pretend to take
sudden dislike to Morris, and let the
priest speak to her himself, she'd come
round"
"Out Of opposition to me, ehT'
eyes"
"And let her gain the day, then?-
that would be cowardly," replied the
farmer, drawing himself up. emo, I
won't"
"Father, dear, you dom understand"
said the cunning lass; "sure ye're for
Morris; and when we are-that is, you
know what I mean," she continued, and
luckily the twilight concealed her
blushes-"if that took place, it's you
that would have yer own way"
"True for ye, Norry, my girl, true for
we; Inever thought of that before?'' and,
pleased with the idea of trickin' his
wife, the old man fairly capered for joy.
But stay q while-stay, aisy, aisy,
aisy!' he commenced; chow ana l to
manage? Sure the priest himself will
be here tomorrow morning early; and
he's out upon a station now, so there's
no speaking with him; he's no way quick
either; we'll be bothered entirely if he
comes in on a suddent"
"Leave it to me, dear father-leave it
all to mel" exclaimed the animated girl !;
" only pluck up a spirit, and whenever
Morris name is mentioned, abuse him
but not with an yer heart, father-only
from the teeth out"
When they re-entered, the fresh boiled
pototoes sent warm curling steam to the
very rafters of the lofty kitchen; they
were poured out into large wicker dish,
and on the top of the pile rested a plate
of coarse white salt; noggins of butter
milk were filled on the dresser; and on a
small round table cloth was spread,
and some delf plates awaiting the more
delicate repast which the farmers wife
was herself preparing.
What's for supper, mother?" in.
quired Norah, as she drew her wheel
toward her, and employed her fairy foot
in whirling it round.
" Plaguy snipee,s," she replied; "bits
O. bog chickens, that's you've always
had such fancy for; Barney Leary kilt
them himself"
$50 did, said Barney, grinning;
"and that stick wild hook, of Morris
Donovan's, is the finest thing in the
world for knocking 'em down.
elf Morris Donovan's stick touched
them, they shal't come here" said the
farmer, striking the poor little table such
a blow with his clenched hand, as made
not only it, but Mrs. Clary jump.
&C And why SO, pray?' asked the dame.
Because nothing belonging to Morris,
let alone Morris himself, shall come into
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