Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-10-09
s,,onlders and went, back to his work.

shoulders and went back to his work
Mrs. Driscon felt as if a pair Of red hot
pincers had met on her finger. Her scream
reached her husbands ears, and he tottered
to the door,
"What is the mather?' he cried, angrily;
"ye'n draw the police wild yer hullabulloo"
"Och" cried Mrs Driscoll, I'm lather that
cav till he larns manners-luk at me finger,
the bastel Get me the poker, Mickey"
"No. no, mother" cried Mickey. II know
what; We'll smother him in shawl and get
him in that way"
An where viii we kape himF' said Mrs
Driscoll. shaking her fist at the bird. who
eyed ner serenely. 'tSure I'm Altered he'll
turn us out av the house entoirely."
''Och, mother, he'll bring US luck, urged
Mickey. ''I'n make a circus av him an
charge nickel fur the fellers to see him an
hear him, and he'll make pile fur U.s."
The boys eyes shone with eager schemes.
''In not venture in" said his mother, eye
ing ths beautiful bird wistfully, while her
finger burned Like hot coal "Do as ye
loike, Mickeyl Arrahl but he has a gram
coat av minny colors loike Joseph the good
book tells about, and | wudn't mind wan OF
thin rid feathers in me hat"
The macaw strutted about proudly, as il
enjoying the admiration. But he collapsed
when Mickey suddenly threw a Bob Roy
shawl over him and carried him into the
house.
He bit savagely at the soft wooden cover
ing, and screamed out rapidly all the En-
glish words he KNEW and swore in Spanish,
but Mickey only chuckled to think he could
say so much. Surely he ought to make
good deal of money out of such an accom-
plished bird
When the shawl was removed, and the
proud macaw looked about the dlngy room,
he laughed with derision.
Names mud names mud!n he cried, rap
idly; ard not another word would he say,
but that over and over again.
'Och, Mickey, darlin," said Mrs. Driscol,
Eyer daddy's in faver agin with the caw's
| insultin' wurruds. Ye can't kape him But
ye can 60 an find out where he belongs, me
bye. They'll be lukkin after him, fur there's
Quare people that do be en- oyin' these freaks"
Mickey's face fell. He had forgotten that
there must be an owner for the bird
rye can larn him to spake RESPECTFUL" no
said land he'd make such circus!"
But your daddy'd go wild wild the noise,"
said Mrs. Driscoll; ''an' they do say the par
rots larn cussin' sooner than blessin', an Pm
thinkin' it's the way with those caws, too"
Mickey's face fell All his plans seemed to
tumble down like house of cards.
81 thought" he faltered, that he'd bring
US good luck, and Nan would not be sold"
'Sure, we'll wait and see, said Mrs. Dris-
coll, with desire to cheer her boy.
The news had gone abroad about the won
derful bird, and the children docked around
the place with many questions, but Mr.. Dris-
coll was too sick for them to come in.
The macaw heard the tumult and screamed
out many times ''Shut up!"
At last. late in the afternoon, newsboy
with bundle of s'extras" halted for little
recreation.
''Hallo, wot's that?" he asked, as the ma
caw's shrill voice cried, "Give US restl"
''It's my cav" said Mickey, proudly.
ga macaw!" cried the boy. "Well, if it
was Mrs. EnloIy's macaw you'd git twenty
dollars for it. See! it's in de paper"
Mickey could read Twenty dollars! OF
course it was Mrs Emorys macaw! Oh, how
his heart beati He did not say word, but
ran every step Of the way. The stately
Nontmorency let him in, but a pretty young
lady all in laces and satin rushed forward in
great excitement
''He say he done got de Sebbil-de darlin',
mean," cried Monty.
go for him at once. Oh, the poor dar-
ling" said Mrs. Emory. "And be very gen.
tie, Monty. Go show him i'll, boy, and come
back for the reward"
Monty went with many inward and re-
pressed oaths. but there was no help.
81 gwine Civ notice tO-morrer," he said
when Micky had his $50 bill in his hand, and
went dancing away without a look at the
''caw,"" 81 dom lay fer to take slack from
no feddered biped AT We CANT hit back"
Mickey's heart was singing for joy.
Twenty dollars!" he cried, as he waved
It before his mothers eyes NOW Nan will
not be sold, and ye see the cav brought us
good luck. after all"
$50 it did, the Ill hammered baste," said
Mrs. Driscoll with great joy. 'Sure I'll
niver spake bad word av the insultin' limb
av the ould bye agin, bad cess to him.
Aunt Cecil in Once Week.