The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1899-03-04
THE RUINED VILLAGE
ON THE HILL.
a REALISTIC STORY or CECIL
COUNTY BY j. X. POLK
RACINE
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.

CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
Ben was tuning up old Beck, and soon
BE lie out on the Gudgeon Pie, and so did
sxoss eyed Mary. She danced the five iigs
scraokeN her heels three times off the floor,
kicked this ceiling one foot after the other,
TO perfection, then passed Ben's old hat
around, and after Jesse and Jake had
counted the thirty odd dollars which the
hat contained Jesse passed the revenue
over 10 Ben. Old crooked eyes kept it
going by showing it into big Mays ham
shaped hand, when she tucked it carefully
an her abundant bosom. Then crooked
eyes made little speech. Boys, said Ben,
want you SO have good time tonight,
spd if any Of you want to dance with
Mary Jane you may do it, but mind, il
any Teller goes to any of his foolen he
had better look out.
The dancing had gone on till near mid
night. One old oomrade had hoped,
skipped and jumped through three sets
with Ben's virago, and Ben's optics had
been fasting fire for some time but at thu
end Of this set Nick had pulled the amazon
down beside him on bench and with his
4ArRo around her he was pouring love into
her willing ear. Zen peeped around the
several standing near him and took in the
situasion. Great Guns! He grabbed the
lamp from the table and hurled it through
she window, the crash Of the glass fright
,ening the girls nearly to death, all was
darkness within.
After the lamp had crashed through the
window the interior was as black as a
negro's pocket, and OF course all present
Efnew inst about what Bens next move
would be- and they also reckoned that il
was about getaway time, and the most OF
Ehem did. But, as will be seen, just here
bhere we're three or four Of the jolly boys
who were caught mapping and hadn't the
chance TO vanish before old crooked eyes
was feeling for their fifth ribs with the
business end OF his terrible knife.
Strike a match, yelled Jess.
Hold up, sir, cried Jake, l am your
Friend, sir; don't cut me, Ben. 1 am Jake
sir, put 81 in your hat this very night.
Old crooked eyed had jumped to his feet
and crossed to that particular corner where
he had last seen his mistress listening to
the tale Of leve which Nick had be, n
whispering in her ear, every word OF which
had found Judgement in her tickle heart
and when the match had been lit and
several others were lighted and kept burn
ing till a lamp was found to take their
places, it was foun that bedlam reigned
supreme in the dance room.
Ben was struggling in the powerful
grasp Of both Jess and Jake, and the long
cleaning knife was in his m urderous right
hand. A ham shaped fist shot out from
the he culean shoulder of fighting John,
she knife tumbled to the floor, and Ben
went into oblivion for near an hour. 1t
was an awful blow which John delivered
on PENS ius ular and it knocked all OF the
soptting propensites clear out of Ben's
cruel heart.
See Eeie, Gentlemen, he's dead. You
have kille Linn, sir, said Jake. But not
80, for Ben's weird looking optics burst
forth with more phantom-like fury than
ever, an lis first words after having come
back from the land OF oblivion were
where is Mary Jane? Tell her to come
here, / won't ont her; indeed l won't.
But Mary could not be found. The plump
pheasant had flown, and so bad Bens one
hundred and thirty odd dollars And so
Gar as the writer is concerned the amazon
was never seen in these parts thereafter,
and we Gon'5 think that Ben ever laid his
crooked peppers on his sweetheart again.