The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1899-03-29
FIVE WOMEN REBEL.

Deanefed Is small hamlet that
nestl' among the hills OF Ohio county.
The industrious portion Of its male pop
ulation makes living digging coal from
the bowels OF the earth
Dtane6eld, like most towns. has its
X p Van Wrinkles II its women 70 ks
are TO be believed, aud they should be,
1T has more than it's share. There are
five married men within it's confines
who love cred ticker" more than work,
and who cultivate each others society
more than they do that Of the wives Of
heir bosons Its \ we'll driLed case of
b Ids Of ather Hooking together, and
from all accounts, they are black Ii DE-,
A few days ago these conyivial men
betook themselves to secluded corn
crib, there TO enjoy the ssduotons that
John Barleycorn provides his followers.
They were having a gay old time aud as
they drank horu after horn Of moOnshine
whiskey they became hilarious and sang
bacchanalian songs whose burden show
ed reckless disregard for good m prals
and the ideals of sobriety.
The echo of their strident voices dis
turbed the silence Of the hamlet OF
Deanheld. 1t also appriz ID five good
women OF the little town of she wheTa-
abouts of their recreant prds As
though moved by common impulse,
five women, each with a broom in her
hand, stepped forth from the thresholds
of their respective homes and set their
faces in the direction OF the crib from
whence the sounds Of revel came.
One woman had her sleeves rolled up.
The muscles on her arm boxed like
whip cord. She was big, rawboued, nd
her countenence had look OF fear less de-
termination that was born OF supreme
confidence in the glory of her strength.
By mutual consent she took the lead,
and four women, inspired by her reck.
less daring followed after with bold, firm
tread
Straight toward the corn-crib they
marched With each step their faces
became harder, the lightning OF ven
geance flashed from their eyes, and they
cutched their brooms with a nervous
grasp that indicated burning desire to
use the weapons where they would do
the most good. Their silence was omin-
Gus.
In the corn crib five men, unconscious
OF the approach OF the priestesses of
Nemesis, were holding high carnival.
One OF them, holding the bottle Of liquor
to his lips, was ultering the toast
Here's to women, once our superiOrs,
now our equals" when the leader OF
the band of retributiOu rushed into the
crib. The toast master was a weak little
man, an his wife was the leader OF the
female avengers.
With one fell swoop of the broom she
knocked the bottle from his hand and
with another swipe of the weapon she
made him see more stars in a second
than any astronomer has ever put eyes
upOu III III uOuTs IlbT OublbllStlG WAS
signal for attack on the part of her fol-
lowers. Soon the corn crib, that few
minutes before had been a temple of
Bacchus, became the temple OF Mars.
A battle royal ragged, and it only took a
few minutes for the women to clean out
the place.
They drove their husbands across the
fields to their respective homes and once
within their domiciles the wives gave
dissertations upon the obligations and
responsibilities that devolved upon hus-
bands in general and husbands in parti-
cuar. There are now five sorer, if not
wiser and better men in Deanefeld, than
therewas before the rebellion OF the wives
There are now five women in the town
who are conscious of a sense of duty
we'll done. Thew have formed an often.
sve and defensive alliance whose pur