The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-11-08

the butterflies fell OFT, and their golden
crests were broken and bruised. But
what was that to Ki-Ki and Poo-Poo !?
"Let EN- lay still then, " they said.
Mrs. Shing- Shang-Poo, their old moth
er, saw this precious pair coming from
afar, and hastened to prepare their even.
ing meal. They came numbering in,
hungry as two bears; and, after thrusting
cruel thorn through the vitals of each
painting beetle and butterfly, they ar
ranged them in neat row along the
wall of their little bamboo house, and
left them alone in their agony. They
then sat down on their mats to
supper; and as they ate the poor
beetles drummed dismally, and
the dying butterflies beat their
wings upon the walls. XXI and Poo
Poo were deaf and blind to this sad scene,
and had no eyes for anything but the
dainty repast spread before them; and
what a repast it was! How it made their
little bias eyes sparkle, and their hungry
lips smack! Two dozen tender stump
snails on the half she'll! lovely spring
rat, stewed in rice and served upon q
plantain leaf The voracious little pair
began eating withoutceremony and chop
sticks few in and out of their mouths as
fast as grandma's knitting-needles do
when she's "toe-ing off. Their little
old mother watched the two dozen snails
slip down their precious throats with
much pride and qualification, and then
took her pail and went forth to milk the
family elephant!
The snails were devoured and now
came the spring rat. 81 speak for the
tall" cried Ki-Ki.
" I spoke for it first" cried Poo-Poo.
Dust as / have heard some little maidens
dispute over the chicken gizzard.)
" You didn't " yelled Ki-Ki, i" for I
spoke way down in the poppy field /"
"You shan't have it! cried Poo-Poo,
" it's mine, mine, mine |" SO they fell
to fighting. XXI 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 ARRAY They fought and fought
their new " 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 long breath,
81 was only in fun +" $50 was I |"
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 I" said Ki-Ki; 8" it's all
bone and amt worth a chopstick "
So they laughed and re-seated them
selves on their mats to finish their sup
pers with the splinters Of their chop
sticks, when 10! and behold the rat was
gone!
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 company!
But he had generously left his tail behind
him, being reluctant to carry about with
him such 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
terdies in the face! 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 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" chow Uncle Roland wished
the dinner bell might ring! He was
sorely perplexed as to how to wind his
story up. He was fairly stumped. y
eco on, do go on?" said Gussie and
Betty, in eager excitement. "Weli,"
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,
lynx-eyed little Betty, "you said the
rat was stewed, and then you say he
craWled Oft.
"Did To" said Uncle Roland. "Well,
now, so [ did, but then he wasn't stewed
all through, you see, my little dears .
Here grandma's dinner-bell jingled
pleasantly, which helped Uncle Roland
out of his dilemma, for he plainly saw
the little girls intended TO "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
+o1ron Of TTno1n Roland left L17E ono hY.i ~