As I was watching the morning news a few minutes ago, I heard about an unfortunate incident in a county to the North of Mondoville. It appears that a man stabbed his wife, for which he has been arrested. However, adding a dash of panache to the story was the assailant’s weapon of choice:
A York County man is in jail Wednesday accused of stabbing his wife in the stomach with a sword that was disguised as a walking cane.
A sword cane? I wish the victim a swift recovery and hope for justice to the assailant, but for some reason, I find myself reminded of a Stephen Crane poem (like his other poems, this one is untitled):
A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
He, scowling through the thickets,
And dagger poised quivering,
Rushed upon the youth.
“Sir,” said this latter,
“I am enchanted, believe me,
To die, thus,
In this medieval fashion,
According to the best legends;
Ah, what joy!”
Then took he the wound, smiling,
And died, content.