Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-07-27
vivid blush OF rose color. Then he I'M
dulged in little practice busting

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dulged in little practice butting
Whiie engaged in this harmless amuse-
nsent the billy became aware suddenly
tliat he was free goat. no longer l.ound
10y The calling clothes line Tie billy,
having satisfied himself that he was not
captive, ambled over e Darby IS pen. The
pig was asleep He, however. was son
awakened There was hatterig ram
at his gate Once. twice. thrice did
that implacable catapult hurl itself
against the frail PEN Then the hem
lock groaned in pain it cracked, IL
broke. Darby sprang TO his feet and
tquealed in fright. The hoofed demon,
with blazing eyes and ragged bangs full
OF hemlcck splinters, was in the pen
Now, what avails thy sleek and rounded bulk.
porcine Sybarlte2
Better. far. IL thou but hadst the gaunt and
hollow flank.
The washboard ribs, thy leanness as of yorel
Then began an awful struggle Urged
by the billy, Darby was forced out into
the field and bowled over and over down
the hill. The billy attended strictly to
business. No sooner did Darby get on
forcible manner to lie down. When
Darby had once more got his trembling
legs under him he made one supreme eff
fort and ran up the hillside. His ascent
was materially assisted by the goat But
Darby was going toward the lime quarryI
In headlong, laundering flight Darby
rushed madly on. The bushes fringing
the brink of the precipice were parted
by the maddening rush of IS pounds of
amin ated pork. A faint squeal rent the
air of the beautiful May morning. there
was a dull and sickening thud on the
rocks below, and
Lifeless but beautiful Darby Law.
Before Mickey missed Darby his unc'e
drove up TO the door and invited him to
make short visit to Ponckhockie. After
her son had gone and the breakfast
dishes were cleared away, Mrs. Finn
went to the sty to have look at the pig.
There the awful reality dawned upon
her-the wrecked sty, the freed goat,
and the missing pig. But when she
found Darby in the quarry she made ne
moan. In fact, she smiled and bore the
body home in her strong arms
The next morning Darby was tried by
fire and was not found wanting, for his
jacket assumed a rich brown color and
the savory smell that rose from the oven
was sufficiently appetizing to make the
tongue of a gourmet palpitate in his
mouth. Then Darby was put on big
plate and placed in the oven There
were a number of guests at dinner that
day, among whom were Mrs. Murphy,
Mrs. Cronin, Mike Welsh's wife, Patsey
Corrigan's lass Nancy, and the one
legged accordion player "as tinds tn
railroad switch an waves tn rid flag
whin thare's COW on the thrack.
just as the guests sat down at the
table Mickey returned, but his mother
gave him plate in the kitchen for GER
tain prudential reasons.
Darby was indeed beautiful sight,
ornamented with sprigs of celery and
with brand new corn cob in his
mouth. IL he was lovely in life, he
certainly presented very toothsome
appearances in death. Mickey drilmmed
impatiently upon the kitchen table with
his knife handle, because, being the
younger, he had to wait until all the
rest were served. But at last big
piece Of tenderloin was placed before
him To his shame, be it said, lie nc u
ally neglected the potatoes on his plate,
and asked for a second piece OF Darby
before he touched the potatoes.
1t is with deep regret that the occur
renee is recorded, but MiclSey's plate
was filled third time, and in this in
stance it was a choice cut from the pIuu
ham of his little protege. After he had
been filed to repletion, after the but
tons of his vest had been relieved of
dangerous pressure, he leaned back in
his chair with grease on his face and
peace-with -all the world look in his eyes.
Then his mother turned to him and said:
Mickey, did ye like til dinner?"
"Yis, mother
won't ye bav' another little bit all
tn neck-jist trihe, dear?"
"No. mother, dear; couldn't ate it;
Pm full
We'll. darlint, ye won't be freckened
If tell ye somethin'?"
"No, mother, will not. I"
swell, that piece o rib, an that lit
aft tn ham, ye're afther ATTN kem OFF
your Darbyi"
If bombshell had fallen at Mickey's
feet he could not have been more
startled. He leaned forward and big
tears ran down his cheeks and mingled
with the gravy in his plate. Then he
laid his head down upon the table, and
wept as If his heart would break
Ernest Jarrold.