The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1869-04-02
Pussy's Valentines.

It was cool February afternoon, and
Pussy was standing in the library bay
window, watching the drops roll down the
pancs. They were big, damp snow flakes
as they fell, but the instant they touched
the warm glass they melted and ran
into water. Down Pussy's round cheeks
two big tears were slowly rolling, rs II to
match the weather, and her usually merry
face looked rs long and woc-be-gone as
could be-.
You must not suppose that this Pussy
of mine was real pussy with whiskcrs,
four legs and tail. Dear me, no! Her
feelings would DO drcadfully hurt at such
an idea. She was rather furry, to be sure,
now and then, In winter time, when she
went about in her rough little coat and
the squirrel collar and muff grandmama
gave her on her birth day; but she was
Just little girl, and her real name was
Kitty Gray only brother Jack (and papa
and mama. too, sometimcs0 called her
Pussy. Isuppose 1t was because she was
such round, soft, purrlng little thing, al
ways ready to cuddlc into peoples laps,
and be comfortable, like real kitten.
Here comes Jack, now, squeaking along
In such pair of new boots, and when ne
sees Pussy's face, he stands stock still In
amaZcment. .-.H
"why, Pussy-two tears! Why, what's
the matter?"
Pussy presses her nose tight against the
glass and swallows very hard, shaking
her head ,as sign that it's Something too
dreadful to talk about; but she doesn't
say word. It is no use trying to resist
Jack, however; he coaxes and pets her,
and before long she is perched on his knee,
telling him all about It.
"Jack. it's Valentines day, you know"
'Soit isl forgot all about 1t. WellY"
swell, forgot all about 1t too, and
when went to school this morning, all
the girls had valentines, real, beautiful
valentines. Emma had one with silver
thing on top of 1t, and poetry underneath.
Hers was the prctticst-no, yes, well, I'm
not sure but Adde'S was the pretticst;
there was a sort OF cage of pink paper In
side, and when you pulled 1t by the cord,
you saw bluc.bird sitting on q bough
and n thing in its bcak with Love me- on
tit was perfectly splendid"
.well Puss, but what made you cryF
swhy,' said Pussy, her lip beginning to
culver again, just the least blt-,just think |;
was the only girl In school that hadn't
one-not one single one! And felt SO
badly, and they were all sorry for me.
Don't you think there was something to
cry for, Jack? .rrt Be- .s 8
No. said Jack, Il don't. think 1t was
rather silly, and III tell you why. Val
entine's day isn't over yet, you know and
there are two mails this afternoon, and
you may get something vet. You sec
that's why call It silly. Ifitwas to-mor-;
row, now. and all hope over, It would be
quite another thing;' and Jack looked
very solemn. r......
.Oh- cried Pussy, brightning up. DO
you think, perhaps there'll be one after
all? Wouldn't that be splcndidg Oh you
darling Jacky" and she gave him great
hug. But where are you going?
Il am sorry to say replied Jack, grave
", that have an important engagement
on hand-in fact, can't walt another
minute, ought TO be there now.'
.Oh! just stop one second.' screamed
Pussy, as Jack was rapidly squeaking out
Of the room. when do the two-two-
oh-what do you call thcms-the post Of
flee, you know-whcn does It bring the
lettersi'
About sunset replied Jack, as he dis
appeared.
His boots were heard going up stairs,
three steps at time, and then his bed
room door shut with n loud bang. s-r'
.IIow queer Of jack! thought Pussy
Il never heard him say before that he had
an important engagement. How l wish
he'd take me with him, I'D like to see one
so much! And, oh! what fun II Will be
when a valentine comcs!' Us -''.i
So shc went back to her place In the
window, but this time her face was 50
bright and sunny that II seemed rs II it
might shine out into the drops and turn
every one into rainbow.
What between watching the clouds and
running to look At the clock, the time went
away fast. Jack didn't como back nom