Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-02-12

reverence, your uncle you say sPoAo
to iather-lo speak 10 mother about
III wonder land he u prleSl) that
he hadn't more sense Sure, mot her
was the man but I've got u wise
thought Goodnight dear Morris
good night"
The lass sprang lightly over the.
fence into her own garden, leaving her
pe,lu at the other side, without pos
sessing an idea what her wise thought
might be. When she entered the
kitchen, matters was going on rs usual
her mother bastling in style aud rs
cross 'as q bag Of wcascl'' "
Jack Clary,' said she, addressing
herself to her husband who sat quietly
in the chimuey.corner smoking his
duddeea, its well you've got vile
who knows what's is what God
Ihelp me I've little good OF q huS'
band, barring the name ! Are ye
sure Black Nels is IN the stable T.
The husband nodded. Tie COW and
calf, had they fresh straw Another
nod. BAD cess to ye can't ye use yer
tongue and answer civil qaes''o"
continued the lady.
"My dear" he replied. ''sure one
like YOU has enough tongue for ten
This very just observation was like
most truths. so disagreeable, that
n severe storm would have followed
had not Nomh stepped up TO her Ia
,hor and whispered in his ear, 81 don't
think the stable door is fastened
Mrs. Clary caught the sound and IN
no gentle terms ordered her
husband to attend to the comforts OF
Black Nell.
I'll go with father myself and See'
said Norah,
That's like my own child always
careful" observed the mother rs TIC
father and daughter closed the door
"Dcar father" began Norah, "i'
isn't altogether about tho s'"h''
wanted ye, but--but the priest said
something to you about-Morrl'
Donovan -
"Yes darling, and about YOURSELF
my sweet Norah.'
"Did you speak to mother aoon
it?
No darling she has been so cross al
day. Sure go through a dale TO
peace and quietness. If / was like
other men and got drunk and waste'
: it might be in reason bat--. A
to Morris she was very fond of th'
how till she found that ] liked him
and then my jewel, she turned l'k
sour milk all in minute. I'm airal'
even the priest II get no good OF her.
"Father, dear father" said Moran
suppose ye were to say nothing
about it, good Or bad, and just pre-
tend to take sudden dislike to Nor
ris, and let the priest speak to he
himself, she'd come round"
"Out of opposition to me, eh 2
+ "Yes."
"Ani let her gain the day then 2
, that would be cowardly," replied tn
farmer, drawing himself up. "No,
won't
: "Father dear, you don't understand
said the cunning lass ''sure yere 10
, Morris, and when we are that IS
-Imeau-suppose-father, Il you kno,
+ what / mean," she continued, an
lnckilv the twilight concealed he
! blushes-''if that took place it's yo
9 that would have yer own way"
| "True for ye, Norry, my GIRL tru
: for We Z; J never thought OF that be
fore !" and pleased with the idea {
, tricking' his wife the old man talrl
; capered or,joy. "But stay Will
e stay, aisy, aisy!" He commenced
, chow am | to manage? Sure tn
priest himself will be here to-morro'
J. morning early and he's out upon
t station now, so there's no speakln
a with him; he's no way quite either
e we'll be bothered entirely if he come
s on Suddem'
Leave 1T to me, dear father-leav
e it TO me - exclaimed the animate
e girl !; "only pluck up a spirit an
e whenever Morris's name is mentlone
c abuse him-but not with all YOU
2 heart, father-only from the tee'
e out"
o When they re-entered the fres'
II boiled potatoes sent n warm c"t''l'
!. steam to the very rafters of the LOFT
d kitchen they were poured out int
t a large wicker dish, and on top OF I'll
h pile rested plate of coarse with sal
l. noggins of buttermilk were filed {
u, tho drosSo, and on n small rour