He seized the paper with an oath, crumpled it up, and thrust it into the fire, and gave Owen such a violent blow on the back with his fist, that the young man's first impulse was to start up and clench his in return; however, his flush of passion cooled in a moment, and he said,-- 'Come, father! remember it isn't I that ran away.

Time enough to give me a licking when I do.

I'm much obliged to you for letting me know what a strong father I've got.' 'Once for all, Owen, take you care how you laugh upon that subject or name it to me.

I can give and take a joke as well as most people, but not about that, sir, and from you.

Name o' goodness, what d'ye think I'm made of!' The farmer walked out of the hall, and left Owen heartily sorry for having hurt his father's feelings, but chuckling over the fashionable marriage.
The following morning he managed to procure another paper, and read his mother and Gladys the announcement, knowing full well that maternal pride must rejoice in the exaltation, whilst it wept over the disobedience of an only daughter.
To the astonishment of every one, the following morning brought Mrs Griffith Jenkins to Glanyravon, attended by her maid-servant.