The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1921-09-01

opera in the Theatre Royal, be
jumped up from under the stage an
said: "Misther Levyl Misther Levy
Your woive has babbyp "The Lor
be praised for all his mercies!" sal
the conductor, keeping the baton GO
ing. In few minutes the boy ugail
appeared. "Misther Levy! Misthe
Levy" "Well, boy, is anything
wrong?" misses Levy has anothe.
babby, sor" "Thank heaven, all'l
wellp And the baton waved will
greater vigcr, working up the orches
ira to a tremendous flourish. Once
more he was disturbed by the same
messenger. "Git out, boy What's
the matter now?" "Begorrah. there's
anotherl As y call 'em trinsr
The conductor rose and, putting down
his baton, said: Gentlemen, it's
time l whit home and put stop to
this"
The following thrilling compost
ton, written by twelve-year-old
girl, is fine piece Of English as
she is "spelt.c "a rite. suite little
buoy, the sun of kernel, with q
rough round his neck, flue up the
rode as quick as dear. After
thyme he stopped at home and
wrung the belle. His tow hurt hymn
and he kneaded wrest. He was two
tired to raze his fare pail face, and
a faint mown of pane rose from his
lips. The made who herd the belle
was about to pair a pare, but she
it down and ran with awl her
mite, for fear her guessed wood knot
weight, but when she saw the little
won tiers stood inn her eyes at the
site. "Ewe poor deerl Why do you
we hear? Are yew dyeing?"
Know" he said, ~ am feint." She
boar him in her arms, as she aught,
% room where he might bee quiet,
rave him bred and meet, held cent
,ottle under his knows, untide his /
holer, rapt Kim up warmly, gave
i'm sweet drachm from viol, till
t last he vert fourth as hail as a
Dung hoarse."
an our old home town in Kansas"
emarked Old Bill Misgivensa eve 4
ad rhubarb to burn in our gaden.
me day my father said, Son, let's
rake a key of rhubarb wine We
lake a 10-gallon key of it. Two
ears later, sip of the stuff would
lmost curl your hair, remove grease
pots from clothing, varnish from
irniture and all desire to sample it
gain-it was that fierce, and it still !,
lng on to that rhubarb taste. A
tort time after we tried it again.
anne old stuff. A couple of years
ter prohibition became a law in
ansas, but the old key was forgot :
n and was unmolested Possibly c
n years later, we moved to another v
wn, and. that key got mixed up t
It'll the furniture and went along S
It'll the rest of the stuff in the car. h
hen father and | were straighten- h
e out things after arriving at our a
w home, we came upon that key b
ID father remarked: Wonder t,
hats in that musty old keg? t,
Thy that's that old rhubarb wine Il
e, isn't it, says l. Let's see--I'll o,
t spigot.' Which | did. M-m-ml v
Ike everything else in those days, p
ut key had eformed-become good. fl
I'd like little girl in Oliver Wendell VI
Zines limerick, when she was good, fl
was very, very good. But as ev- HI
ybody in those days had quit we p,
TT o. felt as though we ought to fl,
III it down the sewer" Right there er
& Bill shut up like q clam and left d;
: home without completing the Il
Try as to What became of the con- "
its of that key. Perhaps many of I'll
r readers will recall Frank Stock I'll
is "The Lady or the Tigen?n He W
4 his choice of opening two closed So
srs-one would give him the girl it
his heart, the other opened would w
ease hungry tiger. He steps &c
ward to open door, and there hi
story ends. And so Bill and his a
concluded they ought to empty tn
key in the sewer--but did they? a