The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-09-28

tanned IN the same way. The game
keepers daughter had been a favorite
scholar, and he had laid himself ont to
make her wedding a great success.
Granny Blaney, also, laid herself out
TO s. dress Monica as well as one of the
seiVipg -inaids from the hall, who held
their heads so high above honest poor
folk" So she had bought her white
gown, and knots of blue ribbon to pm
off her lovely white skin and her pink
cheeks
Her efforts were a success, too. AS
the old Cobbler planted his wax-be-
grimmed hands on his leathern apron,
and stood off to gaze on Monica, he
exclaimed:
Faith thin, an the ould Duke
would Civ his right hand If he could
max his rid-hidded and fr;ekled yoong
lady as lovely as that! If she warn't
st4ch shy goose ov' a thing, as. will
niver look a body in the eye, I'd be
that prOod ov' her that I'd think she
was the foinest girl in the wore"
A gayer party never assembled. The
charm Of the entertainment was in the
Unique dancing. Four hcol-boys
danced a cotillion on their hands, with
their heels in the air and their hats on
their feetl
A one-legged man danced a Jig in a
wash-tub, with humpback girl, in an
other tub, for his partner.
On ah awning. which he had stretched
from one end of the long kitchen to the
other, the schOol-master invited 1.-THE
ladies and iintlemen'' to waltz, saying:
Z" You MAY take my word for it, as a
man OF honor, that this awning is as
n firm ~ iC
Latin for solid ground. 1 interpret this
for your sakes who are not Latin schol-
airs. L hope those o. We who are-the
same havin' been to school to me-wiIl
take no otfense at my translatin', as if
there were any need of it for thin. 1
do it pro bono pUbjjcO, which names in
plan English, fer the. good o the pub
lie y
All was going on s'as merry as a mar
riage bell" when Monica was startled
| by seeing Larry o Moore walk in, in
his best clio hes, and looking as happy
as if she had allowed him TO " whisper
/ to herr as often as he pleased.
And she said, in her heart: d" He's an
ungrateful lad. thin, afther all his NTH
/ er did for my dear mither, to go and be
| laughin' and as happy as if he'd seed
me livery week in this six months! He
hasn't looked at me no more'n if l
wasn't here at all"
/ Larry danced on the awning. He
sang funny songs. and he told Irish
stories till the rafters of the game-keep-
err S cottage rang with the laughter of
the company.
Monica stood crowded up in corner
/ looking very solemn and very uncom-
Portable, while the company were all
laughing. She tried to get out, but
could not
When Larry attempted to sit down
/ there was loud cutlery for One story
more! jist one more, Larry"
/ He. too, was in corner; the one di-
rectly across from that into which Mo-
| MICA was wedged.
He pulled up his collar till it touched
/ his cars, and drew his curly brown hair
over his forehead. Then he put little
scarlet skuIl-cap on his head, and he
look like anybody else in the world
more than ike Larry O'MoOre.
Then he began to speak in avery loud
whisper which was distinctly heard:
Pm very hoarse, ladies and gintlemin,
as yersilves all see. fye viii hav' me
| spake to We, it must be in whisper.
''Indade, the story l hav' to tell We is
the story ov a whisper, and it can only
be tould in whisper.
"Once there was a yoong maan, and
a fOne yoong maan was he, and a W aver
by trade"
Here Monica started and tried again
to get out of the corner, but in vain.
Whichever way she looked she saw a
pair of fine grey eyes staring at her
from under. brown curls and scarlet
cap!
''Sthop yer talking and condensation in
that furthermost corner over there
whispered Larry, with. a power that
made him heard all over the cottage.
''Will, this same yOOng maan, and a
foine yoong maan was he, and him a
wa yer by trade, had a great sacret
lynn heavy on his hearth And it was
this same secret he wished to pour into
the ear'ov certain yoong lady, and a
foine yoong lady was she; but he nivel
could see her where he could spabe il
DOT like a maan aloud.
He'd see her in the road full oy
folks, or in the church-yard full of dead
min and live children. or at mass or al
funeral And all thin times he'd try
to whisper this whisper in her ear; but
he could niver get near enough to heI
to whisper it, and'--
The hoarse whispering and its effect
under Larry's disguise was very ludi-
crous, and he was stopped by peals Of
laughter.
''Will, ladies and gintlemin, thai
Whisper is still whusperin' in that yOOng
maan's buzzum; whusperin' to get out
and to Whisper itself into that fail
lady's ear that is not open for whus
per.
Nov, thin, that yoong maan, and {
foiue yoong maan he is, and a W aver by
I fill az rsrar.S fn-niO-bt bat
he m anes to whisper out, ather in thai
yOOng lady's ear, or else in the ears ON
this big company-nOw thin!' - AND
the whisper grew louder and heavier
'tHere goesI In one minute. unless he
gets lave to Whisper this whisper wher,
il belongs, he'll Whisper it out so tina
the whole company will get it, as viii
as the fair lady to whom it belongs bt
right. What he'd Whisper is this, thi;
foine yoong maan, a W. aver by trade
" But whisht there and be quiet, viii
We, in that corner over there. AfOre
Whisper it out to We all, II tell yor
that this young maan, and foine yOOne
maan is he, bides with his ould father
the mither ov him bein' dead-and al
ould woman not over clane at the cook
in, and this same ould father saws t
that foine yOong maan, says he: Lad
why do We niver bring me home ;
daughter to look after the hins anC
ducks and the Ould woman?'
| There was but one oY them all tina
the foine yOong maan cared pin for
and he could no more get near to whus
per it to her, nor if she was the chile
ov the Duane herself, in place ov tn,
gran child ov a dacent ould Irisl
cob
He was interrupted and the company
startled by a loud cry: "SthOp, now
Larry O'Moore, a-tazin' me, and lit mt
aloonp
Every eye was turned on the prett,