The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-27
No. SIR,

back,
oh, III NEVER come back any more, maam!
Laura e. Richards, st. Nicholas for august.
"No, Sir"
Last summer there was a mosquito
who, for w6ll-known reasons, grew very
robust. One day friend met him in
his native swamp and cOmplimented him
upon his fine appearance, adding, But
1 am pining and unlucky this summer"
sWhat is the matter with you?" asked
the stout mosquito, :" at this season of
the year no smart mosquito ought to
have your figure"
81 have little appetite" replied the
thin one, "and have not been able to
find man, woman or child that tempts
me. My spirits are low, and I have
hardly sung a single song this summer.
Nights are no more to me than day.
Even a hot, sticky night does not give
me an appetite"
The stout one had eaten such a supper
the night before he could afford to be
generous, so he made this handsome Of
fer
Z" Meet me tonight at IL at the left
crack in the mosquito-bar at the south
west window, second story, and I will
show you morsel that will tempt any
dyspeptic in the swamp. On the whole,
he added, warming to the subject, and
snacking his lips, " I believe I will in
vite few fellows and make night of it.
Remember, II sharp, left crack" And
off he few to invite bis friends.
At IL sharp, through the crack in the
mosquito bar, entered ten hungry mos
.quitos who had been saving their pppe-
tites all day for the tempting morsel to
which they had been invited. The only
limit to their feast was to be the size of
the crack through which they must de-
part Singing a gay chorus, their host
at their head, they advanced toward
little crib at the corner of the room
where lay little girl SO sweet and SO
fresh her own mother was sometimes
tempted to eat her. But on her soft
little cheek and on her dimpled hand
was the sign of the mosquitoes delicious
feast of the previous night.
"Don't sing SO loud" whispered the
leader, " the mother and father are light
sleepers."
At the mention of the father and
mother some of the less fastidious and
more hungry, caring more for quantity
than quality, turned their attention to-
them and went no further, but the ma
iority continued to advance toward the
Gt-bit in the corner.
When the host discovered that some
of his guests did not proceed to where
his supper was laid for them, he few
about IN great trepidation, and was
aghast to discover them greedily and
Fudely at work waking up the sentinels
of his feast.
"Come away" he whispered eagerly,
Eeif they are disturbed we are ruined.
This father is the greatest hunter OF
mosquitoes in the village"
At last, with no other adventure, the
party was collected on the ceiling and
walls ready to begin when their host
should give the signal.
''I hope, gentlemen" he said, "you
will find her all I have promised. She
looks a little indistinct to me tonight,
but my eyes are growing old and dim.
Now, If you please, we Will walk in to
supper.
At this invitation, and gently singing
their happy song, the ten flew toward
their unsuspecting little victim. Each
one had had his eye on a particular spot,
her cheek, on her ear, or her little nose,
but one and all came to full and sud
den stop before the tempting bits were
reached. Dismay was on every coun-
tenance. A frantic murmur passed
along the line. s. MOSQUITO netting"
.groaned the host. "Since last night"
he gasped, "and so thin we couldn't see
it.
st wish I had been so thin YOU
couldn't see me-" said the ungratefuI
guest whose spare looks had excited the
hosts pity and caused the supper party.
'"Tis all your fault, said another
eff YOU hadn't eaten so much last night
this would never have happened"
But after all was said that could be
said there was nothing to be done but to
take revenge upon the cruel parents who
had interfered with their fun, and make
the best meal they could of them.
[ am sorry to be obliged to say that
two of them found their supper SO good
they were soon too big for the crack in
the mosquito-bar, and were found hid
ing behind the bed in stupid state the
next morning. The other eight were
more moderate and managed to squeeze
out. The father and mother had rest
less night, but the dear little girl never
slept better in her life, and dreamed she
was a soldier in a tent.-NeaO York Trd-
b1E1e.
a Goats Fourth of July.
That Monroe street goat proved him
self on the Fourth to be as patriotic as
ANYBODY in st. I,OIlis: at least no Y,oodo