The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1882-09-28
LARRY O'MOORE'S WHISPER.


go way wild We, now, and don't be
afther spakin' to me agin for anither
whole yearl' cried "A young Girl with
bushes of mingled difIidcnce and
anger.
''What are ye more than any ither
girl that We can niYer ! c spoketo? An
who is afther spakin' to We, at all. Not
1, can tell yc. Ut was to Whisper a
word in yer ear; it's that / was afther
dom, - replied Larry 0'Moo G.
Il wouldn't let We do that; SO 60 away
now, We great big mon, as ought to
know better nor to be tain poor girl
whose mother isn't dead a month-and
maxim her cry! III tell me grand
mither ov yep'
''Oh, dOon't, doom t; I'm afeared ov
her!" cried the great, stalwart fellow,
Struggling his shoulders in afIectation Of
alarm.
Thin I'll till the school MASTER"
said the young girl, wiping her eyes on
her apron.
But I'm not one ov his b'ys, and he
knows better nor to put his hand on
me. / could Iuaze him up in me fist,
Latin and all!' cried O'MoOrc. Coon
now, vii ye let me just Whisper word
in yer carp"
'''Deed an l will not, an I'll till the
praast that We taze me, an git a pin
nance on ye."
''Arrah, now, iist do it. He's me
frind, an he d tell We to listen to me,
said Larry
Thin | wouldn't haad him, if he did.
Go home, moo, an be aisyp'
BY tn $ time Monica had reached the
tidy little cottage of her grandfather
who was the village cobbler of Drog-
gellan-and fled into the shop like a
frightened hare.
But indignant as she was at the young
weaver ''tazn', ~ she did not complain
of him TO her grandfather. She said in
herheart: ''IIes an honest lad, an
havin' no sister to taze, what Use can
he do but taze the shyest girl he can
1indPn
he winter was over and the daisies
aud shamrocEs were peeping above the
ground. Children, always the first to
welcome summer, were scattered along
the roadside, and even among the cross
es and head-Stones in the church
yard, filing their aprons with the treas
Monica was among them They loved
her and followed her about whenever she
would allow them to do so. She, poor
child, was gathering and kissing the fee
BILE little flowers that were Just peeping
from the sod over her mothers grave
The little ones stood reverentlY by
One was stroking her hair and whisper
ing some little word of comfort when
they were all startled by the appear
ance of Larry o. Moore, with his arms
full of garden flowers. He had come,
not knowing Monica was in the church
yard, to lay the flowers on her mother S
grave.
The children, with an innate delicacy
which greatly distressed Monica, hur-
red away as if their presence was not
wanted, and Monica Spr ng to her feet
and turned to follow her little friends
But Larry called after her: Am
SIGH an evil inemy that We run from yer
mither' S grave to be rid ov meP"
mo, Larry, yer q good friend, but
butt IN afear' d ov ye,' cried Monica.
"Will We do me a favor, MonieP And
thin I'll promise not to spake to We again
for a year, if we say so, - said the hand
some young fellow.
q Yis, l think I'll do it-fOr We brought
the flowers to the grave of me mither,"
said Monica, stopping in her flight.
"Will, thin.' lie s lid, rising from the
mound whore he had been scattering the
flowers, "it is-that list wants to whis-
per word in yer ear.'
At this, Monica darted off as fast as
she could run, leaving Larry to fill the
place of mourner, as we'll as of decora-
tor, at the grave.
Larry folded his arms across his broad
chest, and looking after the flying little
form, said to himself: ''She' sthrange
cratur', that! If I'd ask her to walk
round one Ov these graves, baretut an
Rloone forty times at midnight, she d do
il, in gratitude TO me dead mither for
what she'd did for her dead mither!
An vet she'll not let me near enough
her to say a word that the whole warld
mightn't hcarl But / can find plinty
who wull open both ears-and their
mouths, TOTO listen to the whisper
ov lad that can 'arn thirty shillinS a
week at his home and has cottage, and
"A garden, an a foine old fayther. be-
side | know Use taxed her a dale.
Now I'll let her alone intirely, l wull,
an see hoo she likes that!"
The winter had come again. Monica
felt the comforting effect of time on her
heart But she still missed her mother.
She had very little company now, Her
grandmother was always busy with her
cottage work, or in looking after her
fowls. And her grandfather pounded
his lap-stone and hummed old Irish airs
all day.
When Monica had finished her task
at knitting. or sewing, she hardly knew
how TO amuSe herself. The cottage was
poor in books, and of papers and maya
znes the hum le people of Ireland rare
ly get a glimpse.
1t is not strange. then, that the shy
young girl was overioyed at an invita-
tion TO a wedding. The game keeper S
daughter school frjend-was to be
ma ried TO the shepherd sen. The
lady of the castle had given tie wed
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serl ants JOIN in the dance.