The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1893-03-16
BIDDY ON THE MULE.
HER MOTHER's SHAME.
Cor to The DEMOCRAT.

DEAR EDITOR Il have been told
that newspaper men know every,
thing, SO come TO you for little
| information on a subject that is
causing me excrucerating pondera~
tlon-Its about point of law and
az | have never had cause, until
now, to have anything to do with
lawyers-being stranger in this
part of the world. | thOrt | would
right to you and ask your advice
was bofn in Ireland, my father
lived IN a beautiful castle Dy the
sea, near Dublin, and l was his 10th
child, (some people may tell you
that my Paris castle was so large
that you could pat your hand down
the chimney and unlock the front
door but you needn't believe all you
Eear in this world, if you will ex-
cuse me for sayin' it, but as | was
sayin' | was the 10Th child and
when [ was i6 years old | come out
to AmerKy to seek ;Da fortune. l
met and married Nj MaJor FltzfoOzle a
gallant Of1iser ia the late unpleasant
ness between the north and sonth,
and 8 man who served his country
so we'll in that line that the presi>
dent (hcaven bless the dear crea>
tnre) appointed him Postmaster III
this important town. Now we, the
Major and myself have a dorter, a
plump, buxom little 1ower Of a gurl,
and as like as two peas in a pod
what | was wbln | fGst come to
Ameriky, an whin we got inter of.
flee we determined to educate her
and give her a chance to git all the
polish and accomplishments possl>
bel before she made her debut inter
society. wv hat shall we start Cn?'
says the Major. "Hossback ridin','
says |. So we hired a mule fruzn
our naybOr, Mr.. Green, and en>
gagged Tim McCree to Wark behind
AS groom and to give her lessons.
! wanted everything done rte as
you Will observe. Well, Tim brot
out She mule one evenin' an the
Major and me made him git a chail
an mount Biddy properly. | niver
felt as proud IN me life AS | did
w.nen say the swate gurl settin'
ZIP there pritty as peter, and aS
grasiul as angel, when all was
reddy the mule wouldent start till
We bad to make him, at least Tim
got good cudget and whacked
him across the posterior a Iew times
and he started OFF nlcely. The
Major and me stood and admired
her ridin' as far as we could see her,
thin | took the male bags and wint
on down to the depot to wait, little
Iramjn7 OF tne numlleratiOn / was
TO undergo so soon. | was Settln'
there waitln' for the train whin l
heard a big yellin' outside, ana
what sort OF a spectacle do you
spose met me eyes? Oh sir, if you
have ever been q mother YOU can
imagine my feelings at that su>
preme moment, for there was that
mule a tairin' down the name street
and Tim 1unnin' behind whackiDg
it with his cudget TO- all he was
worth. and Biddy-my Blddy,
astride him, standln' up IN the stir
ups.--Mr. Green nad put a mans
saddel on the mule as after ward
lerned, she was standln' up in them
sterrups, her hare all down and
fyin' and no hat on, lookin' as nap
py as a big sunfower, while all the
bows and men was cheerin'- wavin'
there handkerchiefs at her, | thort
| should shurely faint with shame
think that NY Biddy should-but
why tell any more of the miserable
story. feel too solemcolly when l
think of it. Now this is where l
want your advice. The mule died
that night and Mr.. Green is goln'
to law to see if he can't Ee the
Major and we pay for LIS mule.
Do you think he can do anything
worth mentioning about it! Please
answer as soon as you can and re-.
Iieve my mind.
Yours and yours only.
Mrs. MAJOR FIzFooZLE,
Post Masteress.