The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1877-11-22

Dust as have heard some little maidens
dispute over the chicken gizzard.)
You didn't +" yelled XIX, for 1
spoke way down in the poppy field !"
"You shan't have It'll" cried Poo-Poo,
"i it's mine, mine, mine !" So they fell
to fighting. XIX hit Poo-Poo over his
little dump of a nose with his chop
stick" Poo-Poo ran his "chopstick"
into one of Ki-Ki's little bias eyes, and
unhinged one of his curlicue eyebrows
The rat and the rice were upset in the
awful affray They fought and fought
their new &c chopsticks" all up to splint-
ers, and till the blood trickled down
from their pigtails behind, and filed
up the heels of their funny little shoes
Pshaw /" said XXI, seeing the up
turned rice and taking a long breath,
81 was only in fun +" $50 was /"
said Poo-Poo.
"Let's be friends, Poo-Poo dear, !"
said Ki-Ki.
Let's" said Poo-Poo, "there was
no meat on the tail anyhow"
81 know it !" said XIX; ssit's all
bone and amt worth chopstick |"
So they laughed and re-seated them
selves ON their mats to finish their sup
pers with the splinters of their chop
!
gonel
In the melee, he had crawled out from
under the plantain leaf, all dripping
with rice, and mad sneaked down the first
| hole he came to, out of sheer shame at
being seen in such dreadful companyi
But he had generously left his tail behind
him, being reluctant to carry about with
him such a 6" bone of contention''
Ki-KI and Poo-Poo ate their rice in
sheepish silence, and were ashamed to
look even the poor dead beetles and but
terfies in the facet They concluded to
be good boys, and went out to help their
mother do up the evening "chores. :"
They fed the pet crocodiles two kittens
and a puppy, and drove the brood of
young lizards into the coop; scratched the
elephants back while the little old mother
MIXED, and gathered lot of birds nests
to make soup of for the morrow, and
and-and" -(how Uncle Roland wished
the dinner bell might ringl He WAS
sorely pe1plexed as to how to wind his
story up. He was fairly " stumped.
! $50 on, do go on?" said Gussie and
continued Uncle Roland, these two
little Chinese boys never fought over a
rats tail again, and were never heard to
speak first for anything, no matter
how coveted. They went to the mis-
sionary school, and grew up to be good
citizens and Christian men"
eyes, but Uncle Roland" said keen,
lynxeyed little Betty, you said the
rat was stewed, and then you say he
crawled off
"Did I?" said Uncle Roland "Well,
now, so did, but then he wasn't stewed
all through, you see, my little dears -
Here grandma's dnner-bell jingled
pleasantly, which helped Uncle Roland
out of his dilemma, for he plainly saw
the little girls intended 20 "haze'' him
with difficult questions.
/ Dear, noble, sunny souled Uncle Ro-
land sleeps somewhere to-day (God only
knows where) off the Peruvian coast,
fathoms deep under the dark, flying
waves.
The good old ship Fredonia went down
under the tidal wave that followed the
great disastrous earthquake of Peru.
She went down in front of the lost city
of africa, where she was lying. "Not a
soul saved!' came flashing over the wires
to the anxious, agonized hearts at the
old homestead. Gussie and Bette then
knew their first grief. They have no
token of Uncle Roland left but one bright
brass button, which dropped from his
sleeve on that happy Thanksgiving day.
But in their faithful, devoted memories
are treasured up sac1edly and reverently
this foolish little story of XIX and Poo
Poo, with its attendant moral. "Ispeak
tirstI' has never since passed the portals
/ OF their sweet young lips, which is the
! best and hottest tribute they can pay to
the fond memory of their loved and lost
! hero, dear Uncle Roland.