Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-19
A Proud Day.

DIlutBiObiil'
A Proud Day.
AS soon as the noise made by the
passing Of decanters had died down
my father spoke again.
This is the produest day of my
life. It's the day I've worked for
and shaved for and saved for, and it's
come to pass at last"
There was another chorus Of APP
plause.
whats that you were saying in
church, Mr.. Curphy. sir? Time brings
in it's revenges? 1t does. too. Look
at me"
NY father put his thumbs in the
armpits of his waistcoat.
You all know what I am, and
where ! come from
Ny husband put his. monocle to
his eye and looked up.
81 come from a mud cabin on the
Curragh, not a hundred miles from
here, My father was kill 9.
but never mind about that now.
When he left us IL was middling hard
collar work. can tell you 49, 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 a
lump of a lad | was sworn at In the
high road by a gentleman driving in
his grand carriage. and the mother
was dashed 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 rafting of the
rain which was now falling on the
lantern light.
"Monsignor" cried my father
pitching his voice still higher. whats
that you were saying in Rome about
the mills of God?"
Fumbling his iewelled 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 If my gel here had
been born a boy. my son would have
sat where his lordship is now sitting,
But alrs well that ends well, II |
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 ELAN"
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 dale nowadays
about fathers and 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 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 LAYING 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, still lingering his jew
elled cross ana smiling. spoke in
his usual suave voice. He firmly be-
lieved that the Church had that
anu nuns hANSHIh Il HkoSN pIOplkiOuS
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 ana
dangerous notions about the relations
of father and child he was reminded
that here We're still more foolish and
dangerous ones about the relations OF
husband and wife
From the earliest ages OF ,he
church. however. those relations had
been exactly defined Let wives be
subject to their husbands" said the
EpiStle we had read this morning and
no less conclusive had been our clos
ing PRAYER, asking that The wife keep
true faith with her husband being