Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1922-03-02
"MACBETH"
BY JENNIE LITTLE

and the irate lodger began a hasty
toilet with murderous eye. Ten min
utes later stalwart policeman
thumped on the door of a tiny cottage
sandwiched between tall tenements
like 1lling In cream pie. In the
patchwork square of a back yard a
young chanticleer stood filling the air
with lusty efforts at grand opera A
little woman, pickering her brows
near-sightedly, opened the door start.
Ing nervously as policeman's bulk
loomed up.
'Ma'am," he said, sternly, that
Fostering fowl is a public nuisance
and peace disturber A night watch
man has that room yonder and he
claims that when he tries to sleep
mornings that bird starts growing.
oh" gasped Mrs. Sarah Lib, Il had
no idea. / love to hear him. pretend
were In the country, and it's all the
enjoyment / get"
We'll" said the officer kindly, for
he caught tremble on her lips, mo
harm done if you subdue him so there
won't be any more complaints"
Next morning golden silence made a
background for the lodger's dreams
but he turned restlessly and woke
often. But the second day his ire
burned high as the familiar strains
rent the stiffness.
The officer knocked again, and now
the culver Of Sarah Lbs lips was dis
concertingly evident. "Oh. GEAR" she
faltered, you won't arrest us, will you?
j put adhesive plaster round his bin
and it worked fine at first, but he's
clawed II OFF,
you'll have to get rid of him,
ma am"
Her eyes blazed. Eat Macbeth?
I'd sooner eat a relativel Please give
him another chance"
"We-eli,' said Burke slowly, as If
canceling life sentence. Turning to
60, he shifted a delicious aroma. Say,
that's the first real coffee I've smelled
for ages Bet you con rival what
mother used TO make Nowadays ] try
10 guess if Tn drinkin' tansy or dish
wafer"
Her face lit up like a sunrise,
and right there the officer got a jolt.
WHY, she wasn't bad loolsin', She fall
tered, visibly frightened at her own
temerty Would YOU stop and have
cup? I'm just getting breakfast"
The rest OF the day, though coping
with the painful problem of suppress
ing Nlacbeth's musical talent a warm
feeling glowed IN the back Of her maid
emily heart, and when she prepared the
meals she hushingy laid two plates
as a reminder of what had been. After
tea she had TO go several blocks to
match material for gown which was
promised for next day, and as she
waited to cross the crowded street, her
policeman himself brought traffic to a
standstiIl with majestic gestures.
then piioted her across with strong
hand under her elbow. "Wait here
two minutes, ma'am, till I'm relieved.
Tn Just taking the place of pal that
got hurt, and when his sub comes on
duty I'll see you home. You shouldn't
be out alone as late as this"
Sarah Lib, dutifully obeying slipped
nome beside her protector.
Alas, how sorrow treads upol the
heels OF JOY AT 80 a. M. under
friend dodgers window came that song,
"and nearer, clearer deadlier than be-
fore" for Macbeth stood on the ridge
pole of the cottage challenging the
world
When her officer arrived he found
q tableau I'm the yard Beside a block
stood Sarah Lib, Ratchet In hand, and
chicken clasped to her breast life
size representation of Niobe mourning
prematurely for her children.
Here" she sobbed, thrusting
weapon and victim upon him, wait
till get In and put the pillow over my
head. Take the remains where III
never know. | shut him in box In
the attic and he got the Stats off.
faint fair. Why amt | called Sadie,
wearin' blue ribbons instead of dark
singhams. Oh, dearw
The kindly officer drew them both
into the grapevine shelter "Maam,
I've thought considerable the last day
or so, which IS a fair sized stunt for
me. know the neatest little farm
up country with no neighbors, where
fhis biped can crow his head on, II
you'll marry me and 20 there. I'm
sick OF rough-necks, and want to
raise beets instead of being eyerlast-
fnly on one. Be married in blue
Sadie, and I'll always be true llmf
Well, a woman can't keep secret
but Mrs. Sadie never knew that ex
officer Guard and the ledger were one
She almost chokes sometimes from
quitting the draughts of happiness
while Macbeth has won a blue ribbon
Mt the Bingham poultry show, tt
match the ones his mistress wears, anC
wastes his vocal sweetness on the
country air.