Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1885-11-07
HAZEL ktRkE.
BY MARIE WALSH.
Based on the Popular Play now
being Performed by the
Madison Square Thea
tire Company.
SQUIRE RoDNEYs' FEAR.
CHAPTER III.

DunStan Klrke was out OF temper be-
cause he could not make his men
work fast enough to please him.
"Now then, he cried excitedly, @Dan
you dolt, more bags, say, more bagsp
Dan called out to Joe:
more bags-more bags for the mar
kct."
@Drat it, Dan, give me time to make
them, can't We ?"
Il don't care how long ye take, Joe;
but the old man Kirke is getting into
one of his tempers," said Dan.
"His tempers be hanged am doing
my best-no man can do more, replied
Joe.
At this moment pipe was heard
playing outside the mill. Part Of the
same tune was repeated several times.
There is that young neer-do-weel,
Methuselah higgins, blowing that
frightful pipe again. The noise he
makes is dreadful" said Joe.
SAY; he's always a-blowing it. l
wonder wherever did Mister Kirke
find the creature" said Dan.
"He was left on Mister Klrke's
hands by some help he had, who had
the impudence to die and leave that
baby for master to take care on. He
growed up the mischevious BOBBY ye
see him, and nobody can do nothing
with him." said Dan.
Except Miss Hazel; she can manage
him with look"
The two millers were so interested
in their conversation that they forgot,
for moment, that their master was
waiting for the bags; but they were
soon reminded that he was waiting,
for Dunstan Kirke put his head IN the
door, and called out:
"New then, there are ye never COON
ing with them bags?"
"Hoory, man, or we'll all be killed! J"
exclaimed Dan.
"Here take them, and COON back
for more" said Joe, handing Dan an
armful of bags that he had just mark
ed. Just as Dan was about TO take the
bags ont, he heard the miller call out
@Will ye bring them bags, ye lazy
dolts ?"
Dan ran off with the bags saying:
CAY, ay, I'm coming"
Mrs. Kirke came in as Dan ran out
with the bags and she said:
"Joe, are you ssene marking the bags
that Dolly and I have been making p
"No, missus, not all of them, but I'll
soon have them done,"' replied Joe.
"That's right, lad, hoory," and the
good dame walked to the house to see
if she could help her husband, Tor
she knew how impatient he was.
dolly, Dolly, lass, what's keeping
yep she called out, somewhat I'M
patiently.
Dolly Dutton came ont of the house,
her arms full of bundles.
"Here | am, Aunt Mercy" she said.
"Has thee got the homespun lass ?"
"Ay, here it is, bundled and ready to
go.p
: "That's good child. Here, tie it
up with the rest of these bundles
AS Dolly tied up and arranged the
parcels, she said:
"La, Aunt Mercy, is Uncle Kirke
going to take all these things to mar
ket with him ?"
CAV, girl, times be hard, and money
must be had for HazePs wedding day."
said Mrs. Kirke with sigh.
"Oh, Aunt Mercy! When will that
be ?"
soon, now, lass. Her feyther has
decided that Hazel must marry Squire
Rodney within three months"
eOh, how hate Squire Rodney" ex-
claimed Dolly, with energy.
"IIate him, lass. What for pray"
"For stealing our Hazel away from
her happiness" said Dolly.
what do you mean, girl?" asked
the good dame, anxiously.
"You are going to make Hazel mar
rv Squire Rodney for gratitude; but it
went do, Aunt Mercy. Gratitude Is
not the stuff to make happy marriage
Of"
"Why, Dolly, child, how you talk !!
Squire Rodney loves our Hazel and l
am sure she likes him."
"Like!" calculated Dolly, in a tone
of contempt. depend upon 1t, Aunt
Mercy, there can be no happiness un-
less the parties freely choose each
other"
peace, lass-peace ?" exclaimed Mrs.
Kirke.
La, Aunt Mercy, would you say
peace to the Wicked One himself if
he were herel" said Dolly, impat-
iently.
al think he be here indeed, Dolly, in
thy thoughts and temper" remarked
Mrs. Kirke, shaking her head at the
young girl.
aWeiI," exclaimed Dolly, looking her
aunt in the face, "who has better
right to Il temper? My mother was
y0ur husbands sister and all the world
knows that Dunstan Kirke has the
worst temper in all Lancashire"
Before The good woman could reply
to Dolly, Dunstan Kirke's voice was
heard talking to the millers outside
the gate. They heard him say:
"Hoory to market and don't loaf, for
I'll he alter ye with the young colt as
fast as ever can"
Are you sure that everything is
here, Dolly ?" asked Mrs. Kirke.
GAY, all had to get.
"Here, Here l say, stand around
and make things rightw Dunstan
Kirke was heard TO say to his men.
Talk of tempers, Aunt Mercy Lis
ten to Uncle Kirke raging like mad
bull !" remarked Dolly, with laugh.
You had better look ont, lass; he is
coming!' said Mrs. Kirke, as she went
up the steps to the porch that led to
her sitting room, followed by Dolly.
This room opened on a side varanda
and was situated at the right wing of
the house. 1t was Mrs. Kirke's favor
ite apartment; she did all her sewing
there. The miller had his armchair
and slippers in his room. When his
days work was finished, he would sit
before the blazing coal-fre, which cast
its cheerful, ruddy glow upon the pol
ished steel fender and glistening fire.
irons.
Dolly DuttOn stood in awe OF her
uncle, and when she saw him coming
through the gate, which he slammed
after him, she said, softly:
Il wonder what is wrong now ?"
81 don't know, lass" replied Mrs.
Kirke with a sigh.
At this moment the miller hastily
entered the sitting-room exclaiming:
aDrat them drat them! They are
enough to make IA devil of saint, SO