Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1882-09-07

no ohellcc at my tlFlnSlatln, as II there
were any need OF it for thin. | do j.
pro bono Dublico, which names in pl-h
EngIlSh, for the good O the public
Al was gong on las merry as ~ a dIf hv
rage bell" when Monica was s'trtled by
seeing Larry O'NIoore wall, IN, IN his
best clothes, and looking y,,haPpy as II
She had allowed him y, Whisper 10
"And she s,id in Ier heart, Hes an
nncruteGIl lad thjI afther all his NTH
or did for NV d. .T miIher, to 90 and be
lauuhin' and .s sappy as if he'd seed me
livery week IN this six months! He
hasn't lookefat me no more'nlfl wasn't
here at ALI
Larry dalced on the awning. He sang
funny sings, and he told Irish stories
till the Tafters of the game-keeper's cot
fare ,ang with the laughter Of the COM
PAM.
looking very solemn.and very uncomfort-
able, while the company were ell laugh
itc. She tried to get out, but could not.
When Larry attempted to sit down
there was loud cutlery for ''One story
more. Jlst one more, Larry"
He too, was in corner; the one di-
rectly across from which Monica was
wedged.
He pulled up his collar till it touched
his ears, and drew his curly brown hair
over his forehead. Then he put little
scarlet skull-cap on his head, and looked
like anybody else in the world more than
like Larry OMoore.
Than he began to speak in very
loud whisper which was distinctly heard.
"I'm very hoarse, ladies and gintlemn,
as yersilyes allsee. we will hav' me
spake to ye, it must be in Whisper.
"Indade, the story hav' to tell you
is the story of a whisper, and it can only
be told in Whisper.
''Once there was a yoOng maan, and
ioine yOong maan was he, and a w'aver
by trade"
Here Monica started and tried again
to get out of her corner, but in vain.
Whichever way she looked she saw
pair of fine gray eyes staring at her
from under brown curls and a scarlet
cap; c.
that furthermost corner over there"
whispered Larry, with a power that
made him heard all over the cottage
evil, this same yoong maan, and a
ioine voong maan was he, and him a
WAIVER by trade, had a great sacret lynn
heavy on his heart! And it was the
same sacret he wished to pour into this
ear ov a certain lady, and a tome yoong
lady was she; but he niver could see her
where he could spake it DOT like maan
aloud.
''He'd see her in the road full ov folks,
or in the church-yard full ov dead min
and live children, orat mass, or at fun
eral. And all thin times he'd try to
Whisper this Whisper in her ca ; but he
could niver get near enough to her to
whisper it, and"-
The hoarse whispering and its effect
under Larry's disguise was very ludl-
crous, and he was stopped by peals OF
laugh ter.
''Will, ladies and gintlemin, that whus-
per is still whusperin' in that yoong
maan's buZzum; whusperin' to get out,
and to whisper itselfinto that fair lady's
ear, that is not open for whisper.
'NOw, thin, that voOng maan, and
trade, is full ov Whispers tonight that
he m'anes to Whisper out, ather in that
yoong lady's ear, or else in the ears ov
this big company-nOw thinr'- And
the whisper grew louden and heavier.
"Here goes! In one minute, unless he
gets lave to whisper this whisper
where it belongs, he'll whisper it out
so that the whole company will get 1t, as
will as the fair lady to whom ii belongs
be right. What he'd Whisper is this,
this foine yoong maan, a W aver by trade,
but whisht there and be quiet, will
ye, in that corner over there. Afore |
Whisper it to We all, III tell you that
this yoong maan, and foine yoong
maan is he. bides with his Guild father
the mither ov him bein' dead-and an
ould woman not over clane al the cook
in, and this same ould father says to
that fOlne yoOng maan, says he, Lad,
why do We niver bring lie home
daughter to look after the hins and
ducks and the ould woman"
There wa but one Ov them all, that
the fOine yOOng maan cared a pin for,
and he could no more get near to whus-
per it to her, nor if she was the child ov
the quane herself, in place of the gram
child ov dacent ould Irish cob''-
He was interrupted and the compa-
now, Larry O'Moore, a-taz-line, and lit
me aloon!"
Every eye was turned on the pretty
little prisoner in the corner; and then
peals of laughter and clapping of hands
followed-an impromptu not planned
in the ''unaque Entertainment"
In the midst of this merriment Larry
O'Moore gave a leap through the crowd,
and before she knew it, he was "whusper-
ing" in the ear of the blushing
Monica.
No one knows to this day what words
he "whuspered;" but in six months from
that time they all knew that thes' school
maisther" was busy getting up another
"unaque intertainlne mt" for we'd
ding at the cottage of the ould cobbler,
Daddy Blaney, as he was Familiarity
called