The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1880-01-14
THE WISE THOUGHT.
MRS. c. S. HALL.


She was sitting under the shadow of
fragrant lime tree that Overhung a very
ancient well, and as the water fell into her
pitcher she was mingling with its music the
tones of her "Jew's harp" the only instru-
ment upon which Norah Clary had learned
to play She was merry maiden of 'sweet
l6," rustic belle as well as a rustic beauty,
and terrible coquette; and rs she had what
in Scotland they call a "tocher," in England
a "dowry," and in Ireland ''pretty penny O.
money!" it is scarcely necessary to state, in
addition, that she had u bachelor. Whether
the tune-which was certainly given in alto
was or was not designed rs "a summons to
her lover, can not take upon myselfto say;
but her lips and fingers had not been long
occupied before her lover was at her side.
1--WE may as well give it up, Morris Dono-
van," she said somewhat abruptly; "look,
'twould be as easy to twist the top off the
great hill of Howth as make father and
mother agree about any one thing. They've
been playing the rule of contrary these 20
years, and it's not likely they'll take a turn
now"
''It's mighty hard, so it is" replied hand
some Morris, 'that married people can't
draw together. Norah, darlintl that wouldn't
be the way with us. It's one we'd be in
heart and sowl, and an example of love and
-"
Folly" interrupted the maiden, laughing
morris, Morris, we've quarreled a score of
times already; and bit of breeze makes
life all the pleasanter Shall talk about the
merry jig 1 danced with Phil Kennedy, or
repeat what Mark Doolan said of me to
Mary Grey2-eh, Morris?"
leave joking, now, NOrry; God only
knows how / love you," he said, in voice
broken by emotion; Pm yer equal as far as
money goes; and no young farmer in the
country can tell n better stock to his share
than mine; yet L don't pretend to deserve
you for all that; only l can't help saying
that, when we love each other-now don't go
tocontradct me, Norry, because we've good as
owned it over and over and over again-and
yer father agreeable, and all, to think that
yer mother, Just out of divilment, should be
putting betwixt us for no reason upon earth,
only to spite her lawful husband, is what set
me mad entirely, and shows her to be good
for "
"Stop, Mr.. Morris exclaimed Norah,
laying her hand upon his mouth, so as effect
ually to prevent sound escaping; sits my
my mother we're talking of, and It would be
ill-blood, as well as i'll bred to hear word
said against an own parent. Is that the pat
tern of yer manners, sir; or did We ever hear
me turn my tongue against one belonging to
your"
81 ask yer pardon, my own Norah," he re-
piled meekly, as in duty bound; ''for the
sake of the lamb we spare the sheep. Why
not2 and I'm not going to gainsay, but your
mother"
THE least said s the soonest mendedP'
again interrupted the impatient girl. "Good
even, Morris, and God bless you; they'll be
after missing me within, and it's little mother
thinks where l am"
'sNorah, above all the girls at wake OF
pattern, I've been true to you. We have
grown together, and since We were the
height of rosebush We have been dearer to
me than anything else on earth. Do, Norah
for the sake of our young hearts love- dc
hink if there's no way to win your mother
over. If ye'd take me without her leave
sure it's nothing I'd care for the loss of thou
sands, let alone what we've got. Dearest
Norah, think; since you'll do nothing with
out her consent, do think; for once be serious
and don't laugh
"Im not going to laugh, Morris" replied
the little maid at last, after very long
pause; "Tve wise thought in my head, fol
once HIS reverence, your uncle, you say
spoke to father to speak to mother about it
/ wonder, and he priest, that he hadnf
more sensel Sure, mother was the man; but
I've got wise thought. Good night deal
Morris, good night"
The lass sprang lightly over the fence into
her own garden, leaving her lover perdu a
the other side, without possessing an idea o.
what her ''wise thought' might be. Wher
she entered the kitchen, matters were goins
on as usual-her mother bustling in style
and as cross as a "a bag of weasels."
"Jack Clary," said she, addressing her
self to her husband, who sat quietly in tn
corner smoking his duddeen, ''its wei
you've got wife who knows what's what
God help mel I've little good of husband
barring the namei Are you sure Blael
Neils in the stabbed" The husband nodded
The COW and calf, had they fresh straw