, 1885-06-28
MICKEY'S H%ARMONICA.


n pound an n half o pork an a pint o
molasscs, aaid Mrs. Finn to her sol
who was trying to dislodge the lame
crow from the steeple-like top of the
clock with the help of a p~utty-blower.
viii get fat pork or lane pork
Yen get half fat an hair lane an
mind ye, kape yer fingers out o the mo
lasses.
Little Mike went down the road
swinging the bottom Of his fathers din
ner pail. The father OF lies whispered
q suggestion to him, which was some
thing like this; Get n pound and a
quarter OF pork, and buy Doolans little
horn with the money you save. The
Little horn referred to WIS n very dilapi-
dated mouth harmonica, the possession
of which Mike had enyied his friend
Boolan for IA long timo. Mike repealed
the suggestion, not because Of the ex-
postulatioh of an outraged conscience,
but because he knew his mother would
miss the pork. As he went along little
Nike sang n song in praise Of DOolan 5
rooster, which was written by Jack
Brady, the bard OF Cooney island, to
the tune OF Paddy Dufly's Cart"
While returning from the grocery lit
tie Mike sat down on a grassy bank be-
side Doolan's fence. lie looked through
the fence and saw Fogarty's bantam
walking in n circle around Doolan s
rooster and scraping his left wing on the
ground in n very belligerent manner.
The Shanghai refused to accept the chal-
lenge, which seemed to please Mrs
Fogarty, who called out from across the
street to Mrs. Doolan
Fax, that big shanghai o yours is
no good, Mrs. Ioolan. He has no
gravel in his craw. He's afraid o. my
banty."
"Arrah, you're too c~onsaity wild you're
weeny little banty, Mrs. Fogarty, re
piled Mrs. Doolan. "rhnre. my rooster
wouldn't be tothcr ~ himself wild the
likes o him. Look ut that, now
The big ROSTERS quick eye had dis
covered "A belated worm. Quietly ig
noring the fierce little bantam, he
stepped over him and called clucking
dominicks and animated little punches
of yellow down to the feast. Then he
bent his glossy neck, gobbled up the
worm, low upon the fence, aud crOwed
so Justify that answering cries came
from all the hen roosts on Cooney ISL
and. As he distended himself for an
other clarion note, a round stones struck
him in the side, and he fell OIL the fence
into the currant bushes with n broken
wing. After throwing the stone
Mickey turned his attention TO the
molasses. lie had succeeded in dipping
his forefnger into the pail and winding
the %saccharine rope so neatly around
his finger three times that not a
drop was spilled on his jacket, when
Mrs. Doolan laid him across her knee
with a dizziness and vigor which told
of long experience. Tho application Of
Mrs. Doolan's calloused hand was rapid
and effective. 1t quickened Mickey's
circulation and started his tears, and
spille the molasses. As he went slowly
up Murray street with his knuckles in
his eyes, he met Mrs. Moran, tho milk
woman, who said:
what 5 III matter wild ye, Mickeyf'
ITS me bones, ma am, he sobbed.
Yer bones, is it," replied Mrs.
Moran, who evidently thought the boy
to be suffering from rheumatism.
''Thry gin, thry warrum gin. Poor by,
ye r broke up intirely."
If Mickey was bEoken up when Mrs.
Moran saw him, he certainly presented
a much more dllapidated appearance
nAAtA ihN NARAnNI , MNIlh Oh
him, which consisted OF both moral and
physical instruction, such as.
An yen ate tn molasses, will ye.
Whack. Why didn't ye ate the pork
Whack. Faix, Ill paint ye black an
blue. lWhack. Its a swate by We no
now, wild n pint o molasses down yer
red neck. May tn diyil fly away wild
ye." Whack, whack, whack.
Then Mrs. inn disrobed him and put
him in his little trundle bed, the head
OF which pro ccted from beneath the
moro ambitious resting place Of his
parents. He so5bed himself asleep. His
eyolashos were vet with tears, and in
termittent stacoato sobs heayed his
breast. As the mother looked upon the
tear wet face her soul was touched to
finer issues. She stopped down and
kissed the freckled cheek, and something
very like a dewdrop FLASHED upon the
patchwork quilt.
When little Mike awoke ut noon he
slipped quietly ont Of the window, and
went in search Of noolan, whom he met
on the railroad track. lie had set his
heart upon Doolan's little horn, and
o cred him in exchange for 1t an old
vinegar cruet, a diminutiyo mud turtle,
and an eelskin bracelet, which was a
sure cure for rheumatism, But Doolan
refused TO accept this tempting offer.
lie was waiting for higher bids. Pend
ing these higher bids Doolan let Mickey
carry the horn. Tho boys took their
way over to the %leightburgh.
A stranger coming into Rondout creek
on the deck OF q steamboat can sec on
the west bank of the creek a rocky,
PERCEPTIONS bluff, the top Of which is
crowned with trees. Twenty-Five years
ago one summer evening a huge
slice Of this bluff peeled of, and
trees, ares of earth, and boulders
as large as a house rolled down
the hin. Scattered along the face
of the hill many of the boulders may
now be seen, partly concealed by under
growth. ndorneath this hill dark sub
%terroanean galleries have been drilled
into the lime and cement stone. and
vaulted cha bers burrow il from the
main entrance on Hasbrouck avenue to the
old ONT road, up which the british sol
diers went when they burned kingston
in the revolutionary war. The lowest
point in the quarry is known amongt tho
quarryu en- as the Glory Hole, because
Of its peculiarly damp and gloomy APP
pearance. II is seventy feet below tide
water, and a tramway 500 feet long con
meets II with the surface. The summit
OF the hill is known locally as the
\ leightburgh. l. affords a charming
view of kondout and its en- ironment,
and is the fayorlte resort on sunny aft
o for lovers, sightseers, and idle
boys. IL was here that Doolan and
Mickey came. Lying under a tree Mickey
blew a few measures on the little horn OF
what he called Wait till the clouds roll
by, although Doolan failed to
recognize il, probably because there was
sand IN the instrument They climbed
down the face of tho cliff by what il
known as the Devils path, and reached