The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1890-06-20
MICKEY FINS TRAGEDY.

TIE ~nOiseleas, automatic wind VA
soughing through tbs little strip u piney
woofs on Conner Island near the uppel
left hand corner II Sturnpy Field al
day long the rays u the August sun had
beaten down On the dry grasses and
drooping Wild flowers in the field. The
air waa trenu1uz with heat, and tbs
vide exIanye If landscape which could
be seen from the back stop q the Finn
shanty showed no sign q life. 4 lay
butt4riy With gaudily painted wings
Aoated hither and thither On the zephyr
which drifted cat from Lindsley's wood
A great humble bee nestled in the
shade u the leaves of the gweetbriar
bu4h Close by the shanty. from which It
fitted a moment afterHard a. though
gcenting greater sweets within, and
lighted On the rubicund nose Of Mrs.
Finn. There was a pause like that BE-
fore a storm. There was a svdpe If the
big red arm, a blow Of the big fat fist
On the side u the glowing beak, but the
bee had skipped.
Il WA no uncertain memory which
the bee had left behind upon that pro
boscis. Little by little the nose sBelied
10 enormous proportions, and by the
time that Mrs. Finn had reached the
cracked mirror In her dingy bedroom
the swelling had spread ~ her checks,
her eyes, her long double jointed ears
and b that huge cavern which she called
her mouth.
"Og, WOW. Millia murthers7 she
screamed, al she caught d sight Of heT
phiz in tbs glass. At that moment tbs
humble bee came buzzing around her
head again. Driven Wild by the pain in
her nose, Mrs. Finn ah0t cut her fist at
random and struck the looking glass
square in the middle. There was crash,
a scream and q gu.h II blood. She had
ca, the artery in her wrist. She tainted,
and before she came TO she had bled 70
death.
The humble hes buzzed On
The wind Eoughed an extra sough
through Lindsley's wood, and the water
in the pond seemed troubled and wePt.
Nature mourned- She little knew what
q Fad Old time she was going 70 have Of
she would have got right up and howled.
Mr.. Finn came aublng in a zigzag
fashion towards the ahanty. He had been
Hquidating at Mullen's GROCERY. He
had a suspdcioua boxing tin can in his
hand, which he get down carefully near
Mickey pansy blossoms. Then he smiled,
not with ghoulish glee, bat with a salts
faction born IT the hope that the old
Billy would rneet his just deserts by and
by. The old nan turned his Gddy foot.
gtete into the shanty.
Again the wind soughed a mighty,
mighty 1ough, These coughs don't cost
a csnt. and are only put in to FIJI up the
tins until Mr.. Finn gets into his bedroom
and throws Of his jumper. He saw his
spouse upon the fioor. but he did not give
her a second thought, concluding, natu-
rally, that she had only one If her old
time jags n.
"Phere the diYil il that byet' he cried,
starting for the door. He was greeted
by an avalanche of bees that had been
summoned by the humber. They made
a fierce onslaught upon the old man, but
the liquor in his brain gave him an ar
tihcial courage 10 fight the foe. He struck
out wildly in every direction, but the
bees had come 10 stay and sting.
And they did sting.
In an instant the old mans face was
pufed up out Of all recognition, and his
hands were as big as hams. He stag
gered back to the bedroom, and inst as
the wind in Lindsley's wood twisted an
extra sough out 81 a large green bongh
he fell across the PROSTATE form Of his
wife.
In a moment he had joined the adult
angels. The couple had been united in
life, such al it had been, and the cxor-
dunn Of fate was complete-they were
united In death.
And the bees hummed a requiem out
nde the cottage.
Over the brow Of q hill gamboled the
old Billy. He had long cherished a deep
sea green hatred for Mrs. OBrien, and
he was going to hayeit ont. He saw her
chopping wood near her shanty. Her
back was toward him. His eyes glist-
ened. He lowered his head until his
long beard trailed On the ground, and
made a rush for the enemy,
Heu MT. Brlen came nome That
night he found his wife dead, with an
AK handle sticking through her dia-
phragm.
Hic jacet,
The schoolmaster was the next to cross
the path Of the Infatuated goat. Now,
alas! the old pedagogue Ia sitting on a
damp cloud, a Green's grammar In his
hand, Mickey Firms well thumbed A G
book In his hip pocket, and q heavenly
smile on his face.
"Gone, but not forgotten" q. W.C)
Little Mickey. the angel of the Finn
Held ia to the Light.
The man who tells 0 confidentially
lust what will cure your cold is prescrib-