The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-04-06

tuoK pldce, lt's you tnat would nave his
own way.'
True for ye, Norry, my girl, true for
ye. l never thought of that beforel I"
and pleased with the idea of ''tricking'
his wife, the old man fairly capered for
joy. But stay awhile = stay, aisy,
aisyl" he commenced, show am / to
manager Sure the priest himself will
be here tomorrow morning early and
he's out upon a station now, so there's
no use speaking with him. He's no
way quick, either; Wen be bothered
entirely, If he comes in on a suddent."
Leave it to me, dear father, leave 1t
all to mel' exclaimed the animated
girl. only pluck up spirit, and when
ever Norris name is mentioned, abuse
him but not with all your heart, father
only from the teeth out -
When they re.entered, the fresh, boil
ed potatoes sent a 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
plate of coarse, white salt; noggins of
buttermilk were filled on the dresser,
and on a small round table cloth was
spread, and some delf plates awaited the
more delicate repast which the farmers
wife was herself preparing.
What's for supper, mother Y'' in
quired Norah, as she drew her wheel
toward her, and employed her fairy foot
in whirling it around.
Plaguy snipeens,' she replied, "bts
o. bog chickens, that you've always such
a 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."
"If Morris Douovan's stick touched
them they shan't come here" said the
farmer, striking the poor little table
such blow with his clinched hand
as made not only it, but Mrs. Clary
jump.
"And why SO, pray 2" asked the
dame.
Because nothing belongs to Morris,
let alone Morris himself, shall come into
this house." replied Clary; "he's not to
my liking, anyhow, and there's no good
in his bothering here after what he
won't get.''
Excellent" whispered Norah.
Lord save usl" calculated Mrs. Clary,
as she placed the grilled snipes on the
table, whats come to the man ?"
Without needing bis resolution, she was
proceeding to distribute the savory "bir-
deens," when, to her astonisment, her
usually tame husband threw the dish
and its contents into the flames. The
good woman absolutely stood aghast.
The calm, however, was not of long
duration. She soon rallied and COM
menced hostilities. How dare you, ye
spalpeen, throw away any of Gods mate
after that fashion, and 1 to the fore
What do you name, say ?"
"I name that nothing touched by
Morris Donovan shall come under this
roof; and If / catch that girl of mine
looking at the side of the road he walks
on, I'll take the eyes out of her head,
and send her to a nunneryl"
You will And dare you say that
to my face, and to child o. mine
You will, will you we'll see, my boy
I'll tell ye what, if you like, Morris
Donovan shall come into this house,
and, what's more, be master of this
house, and that's what you never had
the heart to be yet, you poor ould
snail"
So saying, Mrs. Clary endeavored to
rescue from the fire the kissing remains
of the burning snipes. Norah attempted
to assist her mother, but Clary, lifting
her up, somewhat after the fashion of
an eagle raising golden wren with its,
claw, fairly put her out of the kitchen.
This was the signal for fresh hostilities.
Mr.. Clary persisted in abusing not only
Morris, but Morris uncle, Father Dono-
van, until at last the farmers helpmeet
swore, ay, and that roundly, too, by
cross and saint, that, before the next
sunset, Norah Clary should be Norah
Donovan. l wish you could have seen
Norry's eyes, dancing with joy and
exultation, as it peeped through the
latch-hole; 1t sparkled more brightly
than the richest diamond In her mon
arch's crown, for it was filled with hope
and love.
The next morning, before the sun was
fairly up, he was throwing his early