Fantastic Fables — The Foolish Woman to The Cat and the King
The Foolish Woman A Married Woman, whose lover was about to reform by running away, procured a pistol and shot him dead.
"Why did you do that, Madam?"
inquired a Policeman, sauntering by.
"Because," replied the Married Woman, "he was a wicked man, and had purchased a ticket to Chicago."
"My sister," said an adjacent Man of God, solemnly, "you cannot stop the wicked from going to Chicago by killing them."
Father and Son "My boy," said an aged Father to his fiery and disobedient Son, "a hot temper is the soil of remorse.
Promise me that when next you are angry you will count one hundred before you move or speak."
No sooner had the Son promised than he received a stinging blow from the paternal walking-stick, and by the time he had counted to seventy-five had the unhappiness to see the old man jump into a waiting cab and whirl away.
The Discontented Malefactor A Judge having sentenced a Malefactor to the penitentiary was proceeding to point out to him the disadvantages of crime and the profit of reformation.
"Your Honour," said the Malefactor, interrupting, "would you be kind enough to alter my punishment to ten years in the penitentiary and nothing else?"
"Why," said the Judge, surprised, "I have given you only three years!"
"Yes, I know," assented the Malefactor--"three years' imprisonment and the preaching.
If you please, I should like to commute the preaching."
A Call to Quit Seeing that his audiences were becoming smaller every Sunday, a Minister of the Gospel broke off in the midst of a sermon, descended the pulpit stairs, and walked on his hands down the central aisle of the church.
He then remounted his feet, ascended to the pulpit, and resumed his discourse, making no allusion to the incident.
"Now," said he to himself, as he went home, "I shall have, henceforth, a large attendance and no snoring."
But on the following Friday he was waited upon by the Pillars of the Church, who informed him that in order to be in harmony with the New Theology and get full advantage of modern methods of Gospel interpretation they had deemed it advisable to make a change.
They had therefore sent a call to Brother Jowjeetum-Fallal, the World-Renowned Hindoo Human Pin-Wheel, then holding forth in Hoopitup's circus.
They were happy to say that the reverend gentleman had been moved by the Spirit to accept the call, and on the ensuing Sabbath would break the bread of life for the brethren or break his neck in the attempt.
The Man and the Lightning A Man Running for Office was overtaken by Lightning.
"You see," said the Lightning, as it crept past him inch by inch, "I can travel considerably faster than you."
"Yes," the Man Running for Office replied, "but think how much longer I keep going!"
The Lassoed Bear A Hunter who had lassoed a Bear was trying to disengage himself from the rope, but the slip-knot about his wrist would not yield, for the Bear was all the time pulling in the slack with his paws.
In the midst of his trouble the Hunter saw a Showman passing by, and managed to attract his attention.
"What will you give me," he said, "for my Bear?"
"It will be some five or ten minutes," said the Showman, "before I shall want a fresh Bear, and it looks to me as if prices would fall during that time.
I think I'll wait and watch the market."
"The price of this animal," the Hunter replied, "is down to bed-rock; you can have him for nothing a pound, spot cash, and I'll throw in the next one that I lasso.
But the purchaser must remove the goods from the premises forthwith, to make room for three man-eating tigers, a cat-headed gorilla, and an armful of rattlesnakes."
But the Showman passed on, in maiden meditation, fancy free, and being joined soon afterward by the Bear, who was absently picking his teeth, it was inferred that they were not unacquainted.
The Ineffective Rooter A Drunken Man was lying in the road with a bleeding nose, upon which he had fallen, when a Pig passed that way.
"You wallow fairly well," said the Pig, "but, my fine fellow, you have much to learn about rooting."
A Protagonist of Silver Some Financiers who were whetting their tongues on their teeth because the Government had "struck down" silver, and were about to "inaugurate" a season of sweatshed, were addressed as follows by a Member of their honourable and warlike body: "Comrades of the thunder and companions of death, I cannot but regard it as singularly fortunate that we who by conviction and sympathy are designated by nature as the champions of that fairest of her products, the white metal, should also, by a happy chance, be engaged mostly in the business of mining it.
Nothing could be more appropriate than that those who from unselfish motives and elevated sentiments are doing battle for the people's rights and interests, should themselves be the chief beneficiaries of success.
Therefore, O children of the earthquake and the storm, let us stand shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, and pocket to pocket!"
This speech so pleased the other Members of the convention that, actuated by a magnanimous impulse, they sprang to their feet and left the hall.
It was the first time they had ever been known to leave anything having value.
The Holy Deacon An Itinerant Preacher who had wrought hard in the moral vineyard for several hours whispered to a Holy Deacon of the local church: "Brother, these people know you, and your active support will bear fruit abundantly.
Please pass the plate for me, and you shall have one fourth."
The Holy Deacon did so, and putting the money into his pocket waited till the congregation was dismissed and said goodnight.
"But the money, brother, the money that you collected!"
said the Itinerant Preacher.
"Nothing is coming to you," was the reply; "the Adversary has hardened their hearts, and one fourth is all they gave."
A Hasty Settlement "Your Honour," said an Attorney, rising, "what is the present status of this case--as far as it has gone?"
"I have given a judgment for the residuary legatee under the will," said the Court, "put the costs upon the contestants, decided all questions relating to fees and other charges; and, in short, the estate in litigation has been settled, with all controversies, disputes, misunderstandings, and differences of opinion thereunto appertaining."
"Ah, yes, I see," said the Attorney, thoughtfully, "we are making progress--we are getting on famously."
"Progress?"
echoed the Judge--"progress?
Why, sir, the matter is concluded!"
"Exactly, exactly; it had to be concluded in order to give relevancy to the motion that I am about to make.
Your Honour, I move that the judgment of the Court be set aside and the case reopened."
"Upon what ground, sir?"
the Judge asked in surprise.
"Upon the ground," said the Attorney, "that after paying all fees and expenses of litigation and all charges against the estate there will still be something left."
"There may have been an error," said His Honour, thoughtfully--"the Court may have underestimated the value of the estate.
The motion is taken under advisement."
The Wooden Guns An Artillery Regiment of a State Militia applied to the Governor for wooden guns to practise with.
"Those," they explained, "will be cheaper than real ones."
"It shall not be said that I sacrificed efficiency to economy," said the Governor.
"You shall have real guns."
"Thank you, thank you," cried the warriors, effusively.
"We will take good care of them, and in the event of war return them to the arsenal."
The Reform School Board The members of the School Board in Doosnoswair being suspected of appointing female teachers for an improper consideration, the people elected a Board composed wholly of women.
In a few years the scandal was at an end; there were no female teachers in the Department.
The Poet's Doom An Object was walking along the King's highway wrapped in meditation and with little else on, when he suddenly found himself at the gates of a strange city.
On applying for admittance, he was arrested as a necessitator of ordinances, and taken before the King.
"Who are you," said the King, "and what is your business in life?"
"Snouter the Sneak," replied the Object, with ready invention;
"pick-pocket."
The King was about to command him to be released when the Prime Minister suggested that the prisoner's fingers be examined.
They were found greatly flattened and calloused at the ends.
"Ha!"
cried the King; "I told you so!
--he is addicted to counting syllables.
This is a poet.
Turn him over to the Lord High Dissuader from the Head Habit."
"My liege," said the Inventor-in-Ordinary of Ingenious Penalties, "I venture to suggest a keener affliction.
"Name it," the King said.
"Let him retain that head!"
It was so ordered.
The Noser and the Note The Head Rifler of an insolvent bank, learning that it was about to be visited by the official Noser into Things, placed his own personal note for a large amount among its resources, and, gaily touching his guitar, awaited the inspection.
When the Noser came to the note he asked, "What's this?"
"That," said the Assistant Pocketer of Deposits, "is one of our liabilities."
"A liability?"
exclaimed the Noser.
"Nay, nay, an asset.
That is what you mean, doubtless."
"Therein you err," the Pocketer explained; "that note was written in the bank with our own pen, ink, and paper, and we have not paid a stationery bill for six months."
"Ah, I see," the Noser said, thoughtfully; "it is a liability.
May I ask how you expect to meet it?"
"With fortitude, please God," answered the Assistant Pocketer, his eyes to Heaven raising--"with fortitude and a firm reliance on the laxity of the law."
"Enough, enough," exclaimed the faithful servant of the State, choking with emotion; "here is a certificate of solvency."
"And here is a bottle of ink," the grateful financier said, slipping it into the other's pocket; "it is all that we have."
The Cat and the King A Cat was looking at a King, as permitted by the proverb.
"Well," said the monarch, observing her inspection of the royal person, "how do you like me?"
"I can imagine a King," said the Cat, "whom I should like better."
"For example?"
"The King of the Mice."