Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-06-12


her eyes, her long double jointed ears,
and to that huge cavern which she
called her mouth.
"Ow, WOW! Militia murtherl" she
screamed, as she caught a sight of her
phiz in the glass. At that moment the
humble bee came buzzing around her
head again. Driven wild by the pain
in her nose, Mrs. Finn shot out her fist
at random and struck the looking glass
square in the middle. There was q
crash, scream and gush of blood.
She had cut the artery in her wrist.
She tainted, and before she came to she
had bled to death.
The humble bee buzzed on.
The wind soughed an extra sough
through Lindsley's wood, and the water
in the pond seemed troubled and wept.
Nature mourned. She little knew
what sad old time she was going to
have or she would have got right up
and howled.
Mr.. Finn came ambling in a zigzag
fashion towards the shanty. He had
been liquidating at Mullen's groggery.
He had suspicious looking tin can in
his hand, which he set down carefully
near Mickey's pansy blossoms. Then
he smiled, not with ghoulish glee, but
with a satisfaction born of the hope
that the old Billy would meet his just
deserts by and by. The old man
turned his giddy footsteps into the
shanty.
Again the wind soughed mighty,
mighty sough. These soughs don't
cost q cent, and are only put in to fill
up the time until Mr.. Finn gets into
~ his bedroom and throws off his jumper.
He saw his spouce upon the floor, but
he did not give her second thought,
concluding, naturally, that she had on
ly one of her old time jags on.
"Phere the divil is that bye?" he
cried, starting for the door. He was
greeted by an avalanche of bees that
had been summoned by the bumbler.
They made a fierce onslaught upon
the old man; but the liquor in his brain
gave him an artificial courage to fight
the foe. He struck out wildly IN every
direction, but the bees had come to stay
and sting. ......
And they did sting.
In an instant the old mans face was
puffed up out of all recognition, and his
hands were as big as hams. He stag
gered back to the bedroom, and just as
the wind in Lindsley's wood twisted an
extra sough out Of large green bough
he fell across the postrate form of his
wife. .... a.-
In moment he had Joined the adult
y angels The couple had been united in
life, such as it had been, and the exor-
dium of fate was complete-they were
united in death.
And the bees hummed a requiem
outside the cottage.
Over the brow of hill gamboled the
old Billy. He had long cherished a
| deep sea green hatred for Mrs. O'Brien,
and he was going to have it out. He
saw her chopping wood near her
shanty. Her back was toward him.
His eyes glistened. He lowered his
head until his long beard trailed on
the ground, and made a rush for the
enemy.
When Mr.. O'Brien came home that
night he found his wife dead, with an
ax.handle sticking through her dia-
phram.
! His jacet!
!" The school master was the next to
cross the path of the insurated goat.
Now, alas! the old pedagogue is sitting
on damp cloud, a Green's grammar
in his hand, Mickey Finn's we'll
thumbed A B G book in his hip pocket,
and heavenly smile on his face.
"Gone but not forgottenW (G. W. C.)
Little Mickey, the angel of the Finn
hearthstone, came gayly tripping along a
shaded pathway in Lindsley's wood. AT
that moment there was fearful sough
in the green fingers of the big pine, and
premonition Of approaching disaster
entered his little heart as he made cow
boy tracks for home.
Poor little Mickey!
1 He sat on the side of his little trundle
bed, looking at his puffed up parents,
and small tear trickled down his
l sad little nose, like drop of dew on q
squash, as he realized that he was an
orphan. Y,.
/ was complete, and he saw no reason
/ for lingering longer on the blue, moldy
sphere. a. tsar,ta
Poor little Mickey! IT..
His eye caught. through his flowing
tears, the garter on his mothers NAM
moth knee.
"Ha! ha! ha! Ho! hop he shrieked
with a maniac's lukewark laughter,
state has decreed. I must hence to
I join them.n
To slip the garter from his mammals
knee, hitch itaround a rusty nail over
the door, and put It around his little
4 neck was the work of an instant In
another he was strangled, and through
the open door came the echo of another
sough.
~ <lm "a " aae#
Vi Three minutes after the old Billy
kssneaked into the Finn yard. He espied
the can which Mr.. Finn had left neal
the pansies. He lowered his head again
and made rush for 1t. 1t was full OF
dynamite. y age tr 1sse r'a7
Kismet! II
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As the sun sank in the west like o