The Northwestern standard., 1886-04-03

that was married last Thursday; and 10,
and behould ye, sir, when young Tom
Connolly asked her out, she could not
venture on reel or country dance at
all at all; O, no, no more than if she was
born in the skies; let alone at the hip OF
Graffey Mountain =
''Musha, bad luck to her irnpudince,
exclaimed Lanty, isn't she cockin? and
her aunt beggin her bit and sup through
the parish. 2
SsFeen q word of lie in it thin. She
turned up her nose at the Foxhunter's IS
Jig and the BOSSES Batther, just as II
she niyer heard iv the like in her born
life-aud nothin would do her, savin yer
favor, but go skatin over the room like
q doll on stills. Faith it is well come
up with the pack OF thim. !"
And for poor Batt," observed Lam
ty, 'sich tunes are too neW-fangled for
his ould fingers. He couldn't plaze her
av course; 0, no, he's too ould-f fashion
ed for that"
''Plaze her! Ay indeed; after dane
ing in Derry City with her grand cous-
ms. the manti-l akers. Plaze her! No,
Pegeliny himself, the great Dublin fid-
dler, couldn't PLACE her. But it's the
same all over the country;a q man can't
show a jug and glass in his windy nova
days, but his girls take airs on thim-
selves aquel to my Lady Leitrem-all
merchants daughters, il You piaze;'
and Else laughed a dry, hard laugh and
gave the leg Of her stocking another
hitch under her arm.
AS she was yet speaking, a stranger
passed down the road carrying fishing
rod in his hand, and stepping over a
low fence, made his way slowly to q
narrow tongue of land that stretched far
out into Lough Ely, Il spot much fire.
quented by anglers, and particularly at
that season Of the year. He was a
man apparently about thirty years of
age, and wore a gray sporting frock,
with cap and CATERS to match.
That's the strange gentleman" said
Else, that comes down here from Gro
han to fish SO often
81 saw him here before" replied
Lanty; ''and bedad, II he knows as
little about the gentleman as he does
about the fisherman he's no great af-
fair. I came across him yesterday at
Kindrum, and he cast his line, for all
the world, like a smith swinging a
sledge hammer. Who is hep"
Indeed, thin. myself doesn't know,
Lanty; but I'm tould he's come here
from furrin parts for the good Of his
health, and is some far out friend to the
Hardwrinkles OF Clohan."
Il wouldn't doubt it in the least, for
he's thin and sneaky, like the rest Of
the breed. Still he may be a dacent
man, after all that"
He's quate, easy spoken man, any
way, whativer else he is.
And plenty o. money to spend I'll
bail ye.'
ssIn trotb has he, and not miser
about it aither, Lanby.7'
.Humph! see you're acquent."
"Och! Ay, he draps III here some
times when he comes a fiShiu.'
And opens his purse when he goes
out, ell, Elsef''
80, thin, dear knows the gentleman
id be welkin if he niver had a purse
replied Else. Its not for that, but
the quaee, motherate way he has. He
comes in just like child, and looks as
modest as a lady, and sits there chattin
ithout bit pride in him more nor one
of oursels." !"
Nov dye tell me so2 He's fond Of
a shanahas, | see, furriner and all as
he is.
Indeed, thin he's jist that same,
Lanty; he's mighty fond intirely of say
stories, and likes to hear tell Of the
sSaldana, how she was wracked here
below, and the crew, how they were all
buried in one grave in the ould church
yard in Ramulla. and about Captain
Pecnam's IS ghost, tbatused to be seen on
moonlight nights dressed all in white
with golden sword by his side sittin
on the Swilly Rock. And thin he III be
sure to ask me something about Mr..
Lee and his neice, aud who they are.
and how they came here, and how long
since, and SO on, and SO on, ill I'm a
most tired of him myself lfsometimes.
'Humph' TIredl'' repeated Lanty;
bedad, thin he must run you mighty
hard, Else. for may / niyeT-''
'.Hould yer whist now" interrupted
the old woman; Il don,t t want any iY
yer side wipesssn and she pushed him
playfully away with her thin, skelton
hand.
To be continuedl
Bruce Joy. an Irish sculptor, is en-
joying high repute and plenty of pro-