The Irish standard., 1886-05-22
MARY LEE;
Oh
The YANKEE IN IRELAND.
BY PAUL PEPPERGRAss,. ESQ,
Author CT "Snandy MCGUIRE" '',rhe SpR-
wife, etc.
CHAPTER VI.-Continued,

The thing was entirely out of the
course Of his thoughts; Or if the idea
ever could by any chance cross his mind,
he would, very probably, walk up to the
looking glass, and laugh himself out of
countenance for entertaining it for an
instant. He was now sixty years OF age
but as hale and hearty as he was at
twenty ive--a wealthy, happy old bach
elor, who had travelled half the world
over-been in all sorts Of society-stud-
led men and books till he grew tired of
both, and at last settled down quietly at
Greenmount, resolved to spend the re-
mainder of his days and money as far
away from city life as possible, without
the remotest idea Of ever changing his
condition OF life.
AS for Mrs Motherly, poor soul' if
the thought Of nearer or holier relation
between them than that OF an honest,
faithful servant to q kind, indulgent
master, ever did enter her mind, why,
it wasn't so much to be wondered at,
after all. She never looked ON herself
as al ordinary house servant. She was
above that, both 10y early education and
household accomplishments, and she
knew it; and every one else knew it just
as we'll, the moment she made her ap-
pearance. It was as plain as the alpha
bet. Her clean white apron, her neat
we'll plated cap. her bunch Of polished
keys at her gir(lle, and above all, her
intelligent, respectable countenance, be-
spoke ut once her authority and the
right she had to exercise it. And so
Uncle Jerry and Mrs. Motherly lived
very happily together, each well salts
fed with the other. the latter yielding a
reasonable obedience, and the former
exercising q reasonable authority. If
any thing ever did happen, once in a
long time, to create a little dryness be-
tween them, it was sure to be that un-
fortunate habit he had Of treating her
unkindly before company. In vain did
she try to shame him out of it, when she
had him to herself all alone Of o quiet
evening after tea-he with his flies and
she with her stocking sitting costly to-
gether; in vain did she draw on his nice
sense of propriety to rebuke him, nay,
sometimes, when more than commonly
provoked, actually charged him to his
face with having taken an ungentlnan]y
advantage of her position to mortify her.
All WAS in vain. TO every complaint
she made on that head, Uncle Jerry,
turning away his face to hide his confus-
ion, and making many hem and hah to
clear his throat, would invariably ac-
knowledge that it might appear strange,
but he had Lis own reasons for it. This,
indeed, was all the explanation he ever
gave, and do what she would, all Mrs.
Motherly could ever get out Of him. But
to return.
''Mrs. Motherly," whispered Uncle
Jerry through the key-hole; 'Mrs.
Motherly," he repeated in a hard under
breath, "I'm going out little, but you
needn't trouble yourself in the least
about it; and please tell the doctor,
when he wakes, that I'll return present
ly."
But the good woman turned the key
in the lock before he had quite done
speaking, and presented herself before
him, her left hand pressed against her
plump side, and a look OF astonish 'nent,
half affected, half real, pictured in her
face.
Uncle Jerry raised himself suddenly
mp from his stopping posture, and
gazed at Mrs. Motherly without saying
word.
:'We}l," at length said the latter,
breaking the silence, 'swhat is the mat
ter?''
S'Why!'' responded Mr.. Gu1rkie.
t'what is the matter? It's no harm to go
out: suppose
mo, but what does it nean,'' in
quired the matron, surveying the dim
inutive figure Of Mr.. Guirkie from head
to foot; what does it mean, in such
weather as this?''
"Well, that's it; it may look a little
odd, to be sure, but I can't help it,
"Why, good gracious, look at the
rain streaming down the window. Is it
crazy ye are, to venture out in such
hurricane?''
20, it's not so bad as that Mrs. Moth
er}y''
"Bad-it is a downright waterspout. .
.ssWell, never mind-it won't signify.
pn return as soon as possible
'.And where, may I ask, sir, do you
propose to go?''
s.Go.''
eyes; it can't surely be any thing
less than life and death that'd bring
you out on such day as this, after the
racking cough you had yesterday
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