The Press., 1908-01-01

1 an Lizzie wor driSSed in a fine wnlUe gown fwhat Lady Morris give her. but she wor whiter nor her driss, an seen her movin' her lips all along the
 road like she wOr talkin' wid some one
 we cuddent see. She looked like she wOr aslape
 Whin we all kem to the dure av the feyther's house an wOr walkin' along an called Lizzie's harse.
 So whin her feyther wor merried wid the widdy she wint for to live wid thim. but she soon seen she wor un- wilcome. an like jutiful gell she say she will marry Pat. so whin the bit av house wor done an plenished she wor cried in church three Sundays, an thin she say she would be merried undher her own roof on New Years or not at all, at all.
 So, thin, seein' as she wor so detar- mined, the rist they give in, an all the intoire neighborhood kem to the little new house to see the weddin' wid Pat McGowan. We all farmed a procession an walked along the road, | decorOus an quiet Rory O'BrannIgan
 wOr standin' by 1t, an whln Lizzie passed him by wid 8 strange kin av look he say nivver a word, but he's face look like a cold corpus. He look at Lizzie, but she nivver raise her eyes to him.
 All the company had gathered at her fayther's farrum, where her stipmOth- CT had made a fOine faste for all. There wor tlitches av bacon billed wid cabbage, baked praties, an butter ga lore, an hot cakes, an milk an but termilk, an spareribs, an bloaters, an kippers briled,> an'-oh, I cuddent tell you in a wake-an' scones, an fine white bread, an tay, an whusky for the askin'
 Whin 1t growed dusk av the twilight there wor to be the merriage an the ingatherin'. An the first fire wor to be made on the hearth. Feyther Francis had little altar fixed on the big chist av drawers, an Lizzie suddint would have it thOt the ceremony shuddent begin till on the stroke av twilve, just as the New Year wor comin' in.
 So she wOr thOt obstinate thOt no one cud control her, an instid av the merriage bein' at twilight it wor set for twilve, am she would have 1t thot they should dance at her feyther's-all av thim thot could shake a leg. Aud Pat Rafferty wor the fiddler, an Andy McGraw wor the piper, an they wint at 1t hot fut. All the wirnmin say 1t wor dangerous for to go through the roads bechune half. past elivin an tWilve, for the LeprechaunS are out thin, an sorra's the day for the bride they catch!
 1t wor two miles to the little house from the big farm. an at last all wor ready to start. Danny Dooly kerried the burnin' turf for to start the new foire. an they wor all singin' an dancin' along. Feyther Francis wor pretty we'll set up. for Lizzie she kep' pourin' whusky intil he's glass an intil he's cup av tay till he didn't know fwhat he wor takin', tay or whusky An the clark he wor put on the don- key. an one av the min hilt him on turin the ride.
 They wor all dancin' an crackin' jokes all the way till they kem to the house. Thin Danny an Mary Riley Wint an got down on their mara bones an builttthe fire. The bride she wor on her big black harse Garge. an Pat wOr ridin' near, an thim fwhat had dOnkeys an harses rode thim an fwhat didn't walked. An fwhat wid the darkness am the confusion no one cud see his felly to know him. An