The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1882-11-03
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"Then l cannot hire you, O'Dono
van"
"WhyP"
II do not want a discharged man,
Michael"
.'But begob, couldn't help it, sur. -
"Oh, very likely indeed"
.'Faix the ould masther died; he had
no family, an constantly there was nc
more wurruck fer me ter do"
"Ah! That alters the case. You may
stay here, O'Donovan, but"
"Phwat, yer honorp"
IF you want to pet dismissed with.
out your wages. my man." exclaimed
the old gentleman, overwhelmingly, ''al
you need do is SO much as speak to my
daughter; do you understand"
"Arl right, sur; I'm as mum as q
clam"
"Very good" commented Mr.. Hunt,
complacently; lit was for speaking to
her that your predecessor lost his situa-
tion."
After explaining to Mike his new
duties. the old gentleman left the stable.
Mr.. Hunt always completed anything
he undertook to do; and, as precau-
ton against his daughters again meet
ing her-to him-objectionable lover,
he engaged companion for her. This
parsonage was maiden lady of ques-
tionable age, and might have been nur-
tured on diet of pickles and green per.
simmons, she was such a conglomera-
ton of lynx-eyed. sour disagreeableness.
Mamie.did not avow open warfare on
this bony acquisition, but she certainly
had too willful nature to tamely sub
NIT to her tyranny.
II guess she is good as subdued,
now" said her father one morning,
some weeks later, rs he left the house
to go to his place of business in New
York. THAT Miss Prim is sharp one,
and watches her like cat cycling a
mouse"
Alas for our confidence! Only an hour
after he had gone his daughter had
evaded her captor, and was enjoying q
walk with Tom. But, sad to relate, the
issue Of this stolen bliss was her discov-
cry by Miss frim. and the precipitous
retreat OF Tom ingloriously around the
corner. Mamie was severely rebuked
for her unbecoming forwardness.
at is too badn' she replied sulkily.
81 never 90 out now since you have
been here, and was always accustom-
ed to an afternoon drive. 1t is no Won
der that steal away when can"
"You can drive out all you please"
was the grim rejoinder; "but under
stand, miss, that 1 must accompany
you"
"Then | am going to try on my new
Bonnet at the milliners', rs IL is almost
finished"
Miss Prim yielded Il ready assent to
this proposition, for she was fond of
riding; and accordingly Mike, an hour
after, was awaiting them outside the
door, perched on his box. The bonnet
was tried on, but rs Mamie had brought
n couture, with which to make it set
more becomingly, and which she had
left in the carriage, she left the store os-
tensibly to get it, leaving Miss Prim
within. A few moments later the vine
gary lady was startled by seeing the
carriage moving, and with shrek like
a rusty steam whistle she rushed fran
:ically from the store, but only in time
to behold her charge being driven rap
idly away. thT @
When Mr.. Kent returned home that
evening he was met by Miss Prim in q
state of frenzy and tears, with the start
ling announcement that Tom had met
his daughter shortly after he had gone.
and that she had been driven away that
afternoon by the new coachman, had
not yet returned probably met
her love with view to elopement. This
news so .enraged the old gentleman that
he Immediately discharged the faithful
attendant. &c.
The indignant maiden had not been
gone from the house ten minutes, how
ever, when there came a furious ring at
the door bell; the distracted old gen.
tleman stopped pacing the parlor floor,
saw the door burst open unceremoni-
ously, and in walked Mamie, closely
followed by the guilty Mike.
"Well, by all that is wonderful
gasped Mr.. Hunt.
"Now, pa, do keep quiet q minute"
''But, confound it! girl, what is this
/ hear of your clipping"
''It is true, pa; Tom and were mar
liCN tO-Ntl
''Married?n roared the old gentle
man, increduously.
Eyes. papa-married. We"
mike ODonovan, exclaimed the ex-
cited old gentleman, .'get out of this
house, YOU rascal before / lay violent
hands on you! Dye hear? Is this the
way YOU regard my injunctionsPo
Twill you keep quiet, pap
Good land of Goshen-how can If''
demanded the old gentleman.
BE Their poker an Moses, an I'll not
git out, SURF said Mike, sturdily.
"What do you mean, sir?" cried Mr..
Hunt starting toward the imperturbable
Mike, his arm raised threateningly.
Back, Mr.. Hunt--the game is won
your child is my wife!''
"Ehp" gasped the old gentleman in
The false wig, beard and slatterly
dropped from Mike.
at is Tom Laner' exclaimed Mr..
Hunt in wild surprise.
"Yes, sir; all is fair in love-" said the
fictitious Mike.
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