Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-07-15
MICKEY'S DARBY.
HE wAsrED rHR PIG TO PLAY WITH, MOI
TO Eat.
Awful Effect Upon the Billy Goat Of Long, onrs-
Quilted Affection : Duel to the Death ana
Dinner That Made Mickey Cry.
Ns.o Yors Evnfno SUN.

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Tam Cannon was the blacksmith over the
hill. Mickey Finn was in the habit Of
running on errands for Tom, snd 80, when
providence sent a litter of pigs into Toms
sty, he picked out the smallest, scrawniea',
most measley looking pig in the litter ano
gave it TO Mickey. OF course the boy was
delighted, and ran he home with the squesi.
inc little porker under his arm. Now, IL
there was anything of which Mrs. finn
Wa fond it was fresh pork, especially
when it was young and tender. But sne
had had considerable experience with am
mated pork in her day, and after iookine
At Mickey's acquisition with the eye Oh =
connoisseur she decided that the chances
of the pigs ~ripening into plump MANS anu
Juicy chops were very slim. Inc econ o1m
question having been disposed OF, mis-
Finn evidently saw no value In ,ne Wy
from an ornamental or sentimental sbane'
point, for she said: :,
1Now. Mickey, you take the rack o
hones wild no mate on its back, t. Tom
Connor. am tell him he might be up U
hstther business nor shown of his bones
and bristles on yess Fax he might as well
be given We a sthove CRATE. Lux at TN
tail iy th' boneen! Musha, thare's no
more twist to it than there is In q hoe
handel"
"But. mother, I don't want tn pigt ate;
I want T. play wild him"
"Play wild a pig, is it! God save me!
Mkt ven want to b. playirg wild Feenan's
cali. 20 We will. Oh, but you're a looney
b,y: we're ont iy ye're swim SNAIL sinses:
PLAY wild a pig! Mebbe ye'd be putin
nants ON him an feedin' him wild q spoon,
agar. It's a suare lad ye ale, me by
wild y're Guild divvil goats and that
black c ow as has shiny beads in
his head. Well, Well, an l wantin' T.
make a ly'yer iv ye stead Nv 6 dirty
snake charmer or mantherlng Vags.
bones ~ ye will be av ye don't stop foolin'
wild animals! So, there. Now, Mickey,
take that pig back T. Tom Conner an tell
him T. Civ ye wan wild pork on his ribs an
fate worth picklin' on him. Now run,
run AVA"
Mickey picked up the pig tenderly in
his arms and went away over the hill.
His load was heavy; but Tom Common
cheered him up. .
Mickey" said he, 'you an I will
make a pen for the porker forninst tn
forge, an you al gather a little grass
and sthuff for him. Mebbe he'll get fat,
Then yer mother'll be glad T. hav' him.
| Well call the p0rker Darby"
The pen was built, and Darby was duly
installed therein. Under the fostering
care of the blacksmith and little Mike the
porker grew in sizs aud plumpness, and
endeared himself 10 Mickey by his many
winning ways. The pig became broad o.
back and strong of limb. Darby's ears be-
gan to droop upon his neck, and he wat
very fond of being scratched between them
with q piece of old iron. And 80 the day:
fed quickly by, filed with the joy of con
tent. There was no presage in the air o
coming disaster; no kindly prophetic spirit
to warn the boy and tue unsuspectinl
blacksmith of coming sorrow.
Perhaps Ills better that the veil
Which hides the future from inquiring eyes
Should lot be rent.
And cen the thunderbolt should fall
From yon unclouded sky,
Than herald It's approach with awful crash
OF riven elements,