Connecticut western news., 1882-02-01
MICK TANDY's REVENGE.


 "And why's the r'ason yell not be my wife, Kathlie ?''
 "Only bekase I can't, Mick"
 "Why?"
 "Bekase." "Niver ?''
 "No, Mick, niver P E There was silence for a moment in the lovely glen of Colony where sweet Kathleen was gathering water weeds from the edge of great mud puddle, for her green goslings at home.
 The lover who had followed her thither was not in holiday attire. He wore brown paper cap on his head, a leather apron about him, and corduroy brooches, gray stockings and hob- nailed shoes on his great legs and feet. Mick Handy was a stalwart, handsome, energetic fellow, who could have gained the hand of any other rustic beauty in his native county. And he knew it.
 During the silence that followed these words, he was looking down tenderly on the young girl before him; but her gaze was fixed on company of shearers who were relieving pack of sheep of their. wool, in the far-away stream, which ran, like blue ribbon, through the green meadow.
 'sGive me yer r'asons for bein' such fool, Kathlie," said the young black smith. "Bekase is no r'ason at all P
 "Don't be botherin' me, Mick" said Kathleen. in pleading tone, with tears hanging on the long lashes that frlnged her gray eyes.
 "There's some other boy in my way p he exclaimed, almost fercely.
 Kathleen turned her head slightly, and little flush came to her cheek. "Is it not that same that ails ye?"
 "And it is," said Kathleen, frankly
 "Its the EArl's waitin' mana white faced fool that chooses rather to dance round anither fool, with brush in his hand, than to do brave, hard work with the two stout fists God gave him P
 "It's niver bit him p
 cit is the inn-kaper's son, who wears the rid diamin' pin and drinks half his fathers whisky ?'
 "Niver him p
 ''It surely Can niver be Teddy Loo ney, that's contint to mind sheep and shear 'em? The little spalpeen, with curls and pink cheeks like girl, and a cough like sick collie-dog?'
 'It's just him, Mick l"
 Mick threw back his head and laughed. But it was bitter, scornful laugh.
 "Look at thim two hands O mine, as strong as iron and as black as coal hands that had shod two hundred horses afore they was twenty-five years old And my father with two thunder and fifty pounds O money in the bank for me l Look now at me with hun der and saxty pounds O flesh on my bones, and two arms that can thrash any three lads ID Colony Am like him ?"
 "Yese not, indade ]"
 ''Am I as poor as him whose father has bare enough laid by to bury his family ?"
 ''Yese not"
 ''Thin, will ye marry me in place O him?"
 "Niver !"
 "And why niver?"
 "Bekase I loves him, and he's SC pretty, Mick, " said Kathlie, with anus. ing frankness, and blushing deeply.
 "Thin, I'll bate him till put out the that's in him [" cried Mick. fercely.
 "Yese not mane enough to bate lad less than yersel', Mick! Ye were nive1 a coward afore! Don't be one now. If ye want to fight sarch for one that's yer equal for size and beauty small chance for fndin' one! l"
 ''I'll do that, my jewel !" cried Mick greatly modified by this shrewd com pliment. He drew heavy sigh, and a' he walked away he said, mournfully:
 "God bless ye, Kathlie, whatever happens to your poor, wake-chisted low-voiced thing of lover. see nov it's the shearers ye are waitin' fo rather than gatherin' water-wades fol the goslin's."
 Teddy and Kathleen had long hat secret plans for emigrating to Americ that terrestrial heaven of the Irish And now Kathleen being seized witt fear of the powerful young blacksmith hastened the wedding and the depart ure. So quietly and quickly were thei plans carried out, that they had SC sail from Liverpool before their neigh bors knew they were married. | Many are the gay dreams of wealt and pleasure that dance in the brains (