The Van Buren press., 1871-05-16
An Old Maids Vengence.
How She Got Even with the Man Nht
Slew Her Cats.

How She Got Even with the Man WHO
Slew Her Cats.
Mr.. Walter Dye residents at New
Brunswick, New Jersey. lie owns q
house and lots there. lie is gentleman
Of sporting tendencies, an almrer of the
dog and cock. pit lie owned some
splendid birds which he was ready to
back at any time He possesses two
favorite dogs, one waspish red terrier,
the other brndcd bulldog. Adjoining
Mr.. Dyes residence lives a spinister,
who was formerly the happy possessor
of two cats The lady puss was a mag.
niicent tortoise shell, large, plump and
glossy. The gentleman was of Maltese
origin, and of almost mammoth size
They were the apple of her eyes--one
for each eye. Every day the spinister
took these cats into the garden for ex.
ercisc. They would gambol about leap
ing gracefully, and ever and anon spring
ing upon her shoulders to be caressed.
Her pride in them was great, her aflec
ton for them unbounded
Recently, while thus enjoying herself
whith her fayorites, q rat slid out from
an old rabbit hutch and scuttled across
the sward. The eats spotted him in q
moment. With bound they went for
him. IIe made streight for the picketed
spinister called the cats from their prey.
A fal meal was escaping their watering
mouths, and through the fence they
dashed
Just at this time Mr.. Dye happened to
be giving his family an airing in his gar.
den Seeing two cats, for which animals
he had m intence hatred, rushing over
the beds, he called out. Seek 'cm boys y
and his dogs were on them in an instant
The battle was short AS the spinister
got up to the fence she heard the bones
o f he favorites cracking as the snappish
red terrier and the blood thirsty bulldog
crunched them between their teeth.
"Oh, Walter!' 20 was her exclamation,
show could you, how could youf"
Her grief was deep When it subsid-
cd she turned with determined air and
an angry men on Mr.. Dye, and said i
Gwen settle this account some day
They are dead, but we are alive
Shortly after this Mr. Dye heard Of a
grand old game cock, the hero or hun
dred fights, and went off a hundred miles
to see it. lie returned home its delight
ed owner He paid 500 for it. That
bird was on exhibition all day long, and
every day in the week to his friends. He
put il in the yard with two valuable game
hens. and would talk for hours of the
magnificent fighting birds he would raise
in the fall SO taken up was Mr. Dye
with his fowls that he almost forgot his
dogs.
One morning very carly the rooster
spread his lovely pinon and few upon
the rail separating Mr.. Dyes ground
from the spinster's The two hens res
ponded to his crow aud joined him. AL
three then quietly dropped into the SPINS
ter's garden aud began searching fol
worms. As they cackled and chucked
and scratched, they attracted the spins
ter's attention. She seized convenient
broom and went for them. Whiz went
the broom handle, and the rooster's head
was smashed Whiz! went the handl,
again. and one of the lovely hens lay
stretched corpse. The other hen never
paused in her flight until she struck th'
stoop Of Mr.. Dyes house. Her owner
rushed forIh to the rescue, bare-headed
and bare.footed. He gazed this way anc
that for his favoritcs. but in vain. Pres
emily, a soft sad voice arrested his attca
ton.
a lovely morning. Mr.. Dye
Mr. Dye made polite bow and said il
was. .,
al told you, Walter, we were not dead
but some other things ares and produc
ing the dead fowls from the folds OF hei
dress, she held them up by the wings anc
added
"Alow me to present you with cou
pie of chickens for dinner
Mr.. Dye thinks he won't raise any
more. chickens. Fowls tor dinner a
500 a piece are too cxpensive.-N. ". !
San.