How the Musicianer Was (NOT) Tarred and Feathered.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume IX, Issue 2940, 3 July 1888, Page 2

How the Musicianer Was (NOT) Tarred and Feathered.

" ";•#■■ [By.one of them] %. ■..-..; ■ .. , 7v. %;.. For various reasons the mimical i phero of Masterlon has been greatly V& disturbed lately, ono of the most dis-, -M cordant elements being due to an M amorous torturer and repairer of pianos, H;« he, As the public are well acquainted'v * .with the said doings, it is hot proposed / to il%voll upon them now, hut.to chron'-" ; icle theovents of the lust day or two to.' sbow liow a disgusted and insulted; i body of citizens can inflict punishment ?'. ■ when (the la\y is powerless, and 'the' ; - culprit deserves it. -A select ~. meeting ■■■;;';';. of a few of the "influential" was held - ' a few eatings ago—when they really •;' ought to* have been at Church—the ;■■'' obj°ot being as the Chairman termed ; it ; !' to see if something can't he done to'p»y that crooked nosed varmint out." . " I'd give b'tower'to have his carcase close to a tarpot," said a member. "He's a base villain" anoihcr" and deserves tar and ing but he's no chicbn I can tell " You leave him to me says a third. If I don't mako him daiice to his own music-my name .isn't —." " But how Bhall we get him away from .' his tall Irish friend that is always knocking about with him?" queried . another. "That's easily done," said a knowing purveyor- of 'groceries. I " How ?" ejaculated the whole meet- " : ing in a breath. «'" Well, it's just this ) way," says the knowing one, tapping ■ i his Roman nose with his forefinger, " lib'b a hit gono on a nice little girl that I know, and will do anything Bho wants him to. Now, I'll get her to . write him a letter, asking him to nviet : i her just behind the Catholic Church, i He's bound to come I We will have everything ready for his reception, so that no time will be wasted, and " ■ "Capitall capital!" shouted tlie i members, " that'll be grand. 1 ' The Chairman having shouted (liquors), the , meeting adjourned till next evening aUt-.. sevMisharp. Had a stranger arriveaß i in Maslerton yesterday, he would have^' been surprised to see so manydisrepui table looking characters about the town after dusk. Pedestrians in Queen • Street last evening could not under, stand why so many of our Uaiiiig . citizens were wearing ulouched hats, and old coals with the remains of the collars turned up. These "disreputables" were the conspirators watching ' events, for the love epistle had gone on its errand, and was expected'; to dravf ' tho gatno from cover. Ah I a .man in , a long groy coat is seen coming down the street, nnd'eh I presto! the conspirators dissemble. In iho mcantimo,. tho Timor having received the letter, . swallowed the contents with feelings of longing, kissed the seal, smiled, and called his bosom friend, and told him oonlidently that he had received a pressing invitation from one o't bis lady loves, but as he did not feel right—orijfc that the letter was not exactly right—* would his kind friend meet the lady and explain all. To avoid any unpleasantness and as the weather was damp, he would lend his friend his oveiwt, To this tho friend readily assented. At the rear of tho church aforesaid tho conspirators watched, waited, and drank whisky. In the cen- j tre of the group was the cauldron of 1 tar from which there was a very strong smell arising, reminding ono of llio Witch Rcehe in Macbeth, " What's the lime, Harry ?" says one, "Wait a bit, I'll go round the corner and strike a light and see," Bays he. Tho result of tho investigation proved it to be nine o'clock. " Hist, someone comes," whispered tho leader of the party; "are you all ready?" "All right," they answered. " You, Bill, lay low, and just as he passes jump up and collar him by the back of the neck." The individual with a long grey overcoat came sauntering along ~ and gave a low whistle. Ho was in the act of turning round, as if to retrace his steps, when he was seized 'from behind, and-someone shouted, , " Now, hoys, wo have him I" " Hero,, A' phat's this! toh—ll wid you!" tho owner of tho grey coat, at the same ' time he gave a wriggle, freed himself, and dealt a violeut blow-, in .the - direction of his assailant, who declared afterwards that he was struck by lightning. A terrific;row followed, the conspirators in tho darkness-having forgotten their lantern-struck wildly at everything moving; the man in the ', grey coat did likewise. The rain came down in torrents, the lightning flashed, the dogs in the vicinity barked, fumes %' of whisky mixed with oaths pervaded ,'" the atmosphero, causing the inhabitants in that neighborhood to quako and tremble. Presently a flash of lightning revealed a figure, held by three individuals, heiug liberally bedaubed With tftr. tllft trin n.l infm:

vals of every few seconds 'too dipping tbe figure's Lead in the cauldron, and before the -'dipped" could splutter out his mouth was stopped with feathers. " That'll do, 'mutes, I think he's had

enough to teach liim a lesson for life," pjj says one. '• Eight you are boys, we * did him that trip bully," remarked v auother. "What the-adjective-do you fellows mean by serving me . that dirty trick?" spluttered the dipped one; " Did you want to kill a feller?" "Well, I'm Mowed if we Imve'n't been and dipped Jill I" says Harry," Where's the Tuner, then?" ■ ./■' He's at hoam, enjoying himself by' the parlor foire," says an individual in a grey coat, poking over the feuco; V *'Goodnight, hoysi" Several -^wl

fluentmls" are missed from their usual Iwunls this morning. One has received some nasty cuts chopping Mowcod, another has got a complaint that requires seclusion forsovoral days, .and the others talk vacantly about the evening " when the lightning flashed ana the rain oamo down in torrents,"