Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-19
A Proud Day.

AS soon as the noise made by the
| nassinR of decanters had died down
my father spoke again.
This is the produest day of my
| life. It's the day I've worked Tor
and shaved for and saved for, and IT'S
come TO pass at last.
There was another chorus Oh ap-
| plause.
whats that you were saying in
! church. Mr. Curphy, sir? Time brings
in IT'S revenges? 1t does, too. Look
at me"
My father put his thumbs in the
armpits of his waistcoat.
! you all know what ! am, and
| where | come from.
MY husband put his monocie to
| his eye and looked up.
Il come from mud cabin on the
| Curragh. not a hundred miles from
| here. NV father was kill Of. .
but never mind about that now.
| When he left MS II was niddling hard
| collar work. can tell you - what
| with me working the bit OF croft
| and the mother wedding for some OF
you-some of your fathers | mean
| ninepence a day dry days, and SIX
| pence all weathers. When | was
| lump of a lad | was sworn at In the
| high road by a gentleman driving in
was lashed by his but never
mind about that neither. | guess
| I've hustled round considerable since
| then, and this morning I've married
| my daughter into the first family in
| the island"
| There was another burst OF cheer
| ing at this, but II was almost
| drowned by the loud rattling Of the
| rain which was now falling on the
lantern light.
| "Monsignor" cried my father,
| pitching his voice still higher. what's $
that you were saying in Rome about
| the mills of God?"
Fumbling his jewelled cross and
smiling blandly the Bishop gave my
| father the familiar quotation.
| Truth enough. too. The mills of
| God grind slowly but they're grinding
exceeding small Nineteen years ago
| | thought | was as sure OF what
wanted as when | got out of my bed
| this morning. II my gel here had
| been born a boy. my son would have
sat where his lordship is now sitting.
| But alrs we'll that ends well. lf
haven't got a son I've got a son-in-
| law. and when | get a grandson he'll
be the richest man that ever stepped
| into Castle Raa, and the uncrowned
| King Of Ellan"
"A Propitious Union"
At that there was a tempest of
| cheers, which. mingling with the
| clamor of the storm, made deafen-
ing tumult
They're saying a dale nowadays
| about fathers and children-daugh-
ters being separate beings, and all
| to that. But show me the daughter
that could do better for herself than
my gels father has done for her She
has a big fortune, and her husband
has a big name. and what more do
they want in this world anyway"
| Nothing at all" came from various
| parts of the room,
"Neighbors." said my father. look
ing round him with a satisfied smile
| I'm laving you dry as herrings in "A
hould, but before l call on you to
drink this toast I'll ask the Bishop TO
spake TO you. He's a grand man is
the Bishop. and in fixing up this
marriage | don't in the world know
/ what ! could have done without him.
/ The Bishop. stin lingering his Jew
elled cross and smiling. spoke in
his usual suave voice. He firmly be-
lieved that the Church had that
morning blessed a most propitious
and happy union. Something might
be said against mixed marriages, but
under proper circumstances the
Church had never forbidden them
and his lordship Cthis with a deep
bow to my husband) had behaved
with great liberality OF mind.
AS for what their genial and rugged
host had said of certain foolish and
dangerous notions about the relations
Of father and child. he was reminded
that here were still more foolish and
dangerous ones about the relations OF
husb band and wife
From the earliest ages OF the
church, however, those relations had
been exactly defined Let wives he
subject 10 their husbands said the
Epistle we had read this morning. and
no less conclusive had been our clos
ing PRAYER. asking hat the wife keeu
true faith Win her husband being