The Newark star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1909, 1909-08-17

All nim,' she shfteked.
wanna yesterday when one of the
diminutive rodents came forth from its
shy seclusion in the hair of Miss Libbie
Mishell, of Bloomfield, and made it's
gallant dash for liberty.
Miss Mishell manages the conf ction-
cry and stationery store of Morris
Kolodin, at 2 North Ninth street, right
near the Roseville station. For some
weeks the mouse has been a frequent
visitor in the store, In spite of all the
efforts of Miss Mishell to discourage his
attentions. Traps were set to snare his
unwary feet, but the feet not. being
quite as unwary as Miss Mishell had
hoped, he escaped, and worshipped her
from a distance.
Yesterday, according to her usual
custom, Miss Mishell started for the
los train for Bloomfield to get her
lunch, taking her hat from it's resting
place and pinning it on with more haste
than caution. All went we'll until she
was about to board the train, and then
it happened.
In the first place, Miss Mishell opened
her mouth. Ordinarily Miss Mishell has
a mouth that might be described at
49, ~ abt 4dCl ACIs w lltH SIlt
completed the opening process yester-
day competent judges state that seven
and three-eighths was a conservative
estimate of its size. This was simply in
preparation. Almost Immediately after
her mouth had reached It's maximum
size there issued from it a conglomera-
ton of sounds that made even the
brakeman who calls out the names of
the stations jealous.
xiii him!" she shrieked.
The brakeman, who was a young and
impressionable man, ran round In.
circles looking for a weapon and ome
one to kill. The conductor almost hur-
ried as he approached to see what was
the matter.
xiii him." commanded Miss Mishell
again, Selling her head in both hands
n apparently trying to cast it from
her.
Certainly. madam, certainly he
said. soothingly, as he arrived. What
is it you'd like us to kill?'
The Lackawanna instructs all its en-
ployees to treat passengers with con-
sideration, and the conductor was try
ing to live up to his orders.
THE rat! Kill him." repeated the
bloodthirsty Miss Mishell, clawing al
her hair.
The conductor breathed a sigh of re-
lief.
They're harmless. My wife wears
EN-, too" he consoled her.
but it's alive" walled Wis Mishell,
jabbing frantically with her hatpin and
eluding the efforts of the impression
able brakeman to slap her on top of the
head.
That was a new one to the conductor.
Hastily extracting his rule-book from
his inside pocket, he scanned the in
structions for suggestions of what to
do in a case of the sort, put without
result.
Drown it," suggested a male pas
senger who had been interrupted in his
newspaper reading.
Coax it out with a piece of cheese
and then tickle it to DEATH" advised
another.
Leave it alone. It'll die of starvation
after a while" volunteered a third.
But Miss Mishell would do none of
these things. Instead, with one con-
vulsive pull. she freed herself from her
~headgear and dropped Imply into her
seat. The mouse scampered behind q
steam-pipe and was never seen again.
The conductor put away his rule-book,
and. after a poke or two after the in
visible cause of all the trouble, the
brakeman departed to brake, or what
eve it is that brakemen do.
"All aboard! Next station stop is
Ampere," quoth the conductor as he
pulled the o and the show moved on.