Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-10-03

his boy and at least twenty others ir
the yard, and the goat standing on hi
hind legs keeping the boy at bay. Al
soon as Master George saw his father
he shouted:
"Pop, here he is. Amt he bully
boy? He's bucked the stuffin's out o
the stoop, and he's bucked the wash
house into kindling wood. He aim
killed anything yet. but solly, how hi
did scare mamma! You'd ought t,
hear her scream. Wasn't it funny
boys?" and George and mis- companions
roared at the memory of the enjoyment
"Why, in thunder?" asked Parisen
"didn't you put him in the cellar?
want him to tickle the rats and butt the
life out of millions of them"
"Pop," said George, "youre stronger
than we are. You do it. We're afraid.
Parisen started for the goat, and a
the same time the goat started for Pari.
sen, and before he knew what was the
matter he was throwing a beautiful
somersault. The boys laughed with
great glee, and his promising son roared
out, as Parisen landed on his shoulder:
on the plot where the grass is green
when it grows:
"Bully for you, Pop. Only six
months in the circus, and doing q
double somersault. But you ought to
come down on your feet That's the
regular style"
''Pll come down on you with the
most Internal cowhiding you've ever
had, as soon as / chuck this Internal
goat in the cellar. Don't you forget
that" said Parisen sill lying ON his
back.
He did't attempt 10 get up for awhile
not, indeed, until the goat. imagining
that he had killed his master, CON-
menced eating up the grape vine. Then
Parisen stole noiselessly upon him,
grasped him by the hind legs, tossed
him and commenced TO drag him
toward the basement.
George" he shouted, "open the
cellar door, and be quick about it; if
you amt, I'll skin you alive when
murder this goat"
George hurried to obey the command,
and Mr.. Parisen succeeded in dragging
the goat to the door and hurling him
through it, and them he bolted the door
and shouted, 81 don't care a darn
whether the rats eat you or you buck
them TO death" Then he walked up
stairs, knocked at his wife's bed room
door, informed her that the goat was
safely locked in the cellar, and told her
TO go get supper.
Eugene Parisen." said his wife,
after she had unlocked the door and
got outside, "do you think that I'm
going to live with a man that keeps
such murderous animal around the
house? If you don't kill that goat right
away, I'lle leave this house and 60
home TO my father"
"Go home TO your father and be
hanged to your said Parisen, fuming
with anger, for the places which the
goat had touched on his carcass began
TO pain him. ''I'd be glad if you'd
never left your beetle headed. mean
old cuss of father. That goat amt
going to be killed."
Here a terrible scream was heard
from the yard, and down stairs rushed
Parisen. a sad scene met his view
The servant girl, not knowing that the
goat was in the cellar, unbolted the
door, was about descending into il for
some potatoes. She had reached the
second step, when something struck
her, and she went flying into the yard.
And then there was a whirlW ind of a
goat, and he dancing around her, and
then the neigEbOrs stuck their heads
out of the windows and yelled 'Police.'
and that block was the liveliest one on
New York island for a little while. |
When Parisen took in the situation, he
rushed up to his bedroom, grasped his
revolver, and soon the poor goat was a
corpse. Ii was shortly afterwards dis |
covered that during the short time that
the goat had been in the cellar he had |
knocked all the barrels to pieces, and |
that coffee, flour, potatoes, onions, and /
other vegetable were floating about in
rich pork brine. Parisen has stopped |
his subscription to the scientific paper,
and he says he'd million times sooner
have killed the editor of ii than shot the
goat.