The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1877-03-09

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until the kennel was
built, re;narking wife as | did so,
sit would be great shame you
know, TO have them torn TO pieces"
eyes," she said, land it would
make such nasty muss. Who
would have thought that the Mar
Quise of LorEe had such peculiar
taste ?"
/ did not sleep much that night.
About five O'Clock In the morning |
got up, and telling my wife / tho't
I'd go aud take an early stroll with
my dogs before breakfast, l left her
settling herself for snoth-
er nap, aud went up and let out my
beauties. We had the lower part of
the house to ourselves. | got them
into the closet while l let in the cat,
which was waiting at the door with
a debauched air. The lordly in
CRATE marched straight to his cush-
ion, giving two or three contempt
uous sniffs, as if there was dog in
the air, and he'd attend to it at his
leisure. No sooner was he comic
ably installed than / let out Tuck.
l have read q COED many stories
about animal sagacity, bat 1 never
read or heard any thing that equal
ed that dogs comprehension of
what / wanted. The moment l
opened the closet door six inches
wide, he made a straight bolt for
the cushion and the cat, and landed
square on the thief's back. Ii there
had been au explosion of CATS the
result for the next minute could not
have been more celebrating. /
could not see anything but whIrl-
ing periphery of indistinct legs and
tails. They probably made four
hundred REVOLUTIONS in second
and half, and that is too rapid
for an unframed eye. I sat down
in q comfortable seat, concluding to
stay awhile, for had notion from
the unusual sounds, which the as.
tonished feline monster made, that
something was interfering with his
windpipe. And that was true, for
as the revolutions Stacked up,l per-
ceived that Tuck had him by the
throat.
Determined to see fair play, cried
out to encourage the cat, "WEy
don't you bite him through the fore
leg and run? It's only a dog."-
Once he broke away with most
pusillanimous yell. But he only got
five feet. The terrier was on him
again, and, despite claws and teeth.
fastened him in the same place. !
enjoyed it, believe. about ten min
utes. at the end of that time it
was very evident thai the dog was
just warming up to it, but the cat
was getting groggy. So l pulled
Tuck off. "Now," 1 remarked to
the dilapidated monarch of the base
ment, you can get up in your chair
and purr. Tomorrow morning we
will try the other fellow"
never saw such demoralized
Cat in my life. Like all sneaks, be
gave out all at once when he met
his match.
At the breakfast table l told the
women that their Tom had thrash
ed one of my dogs pretty badly.
My wife's sister said it was toe
bad. But there was L thought, lit
tie CLEAN of triumph in her eyes,
as she sfroked her pet, and remark
ed, who would think that such 9
docile beauty as that would fight
any thiHg. l can hardly credit it.
Well might she doubt it, for Tom
was Just then the most docile Of
frauds. He didn't really have am
bition enough to purr. l thought
detected an effort of the cat intel
lect to communicate the real facts
to my wife's sister. But the cat yo-
cabularY was evidently not equal tC
the emergency.
and she licked him within an inch
of his life. l began to take a new
interest in life. Many of its posi-
oilities were Just dawning upon me
By thunder" 1 remarked, at the
breakfast table, "that cat of your.
jumped on my other dog this morn.
ing, and mauled her severely"
"Well," said my wife, "I'm afraid
you'll have to send them away. L
would be too bad to have 'em kill
edi"
well have to talk to Tommy
observed my wife's sister, witt
playful reproaches. az she stroked
her favcrite. "We'Il have to give
him a talking to, we will; it's 6
naughty quarrelsome boy"
wonder if cat, among its other
unique talents, has an appreciation
of keen practical joke. Do voU
know, l fancied the monster rolled
one of his green eyes at me as my
wife's sister went on:
rs he precious sick. or only tired
out killing rats at night? Tell his
aunty what makes him act so fool.
isb."
With that I rushed off 10 Bruce
Hug me, old boy" 1 cried; "I've
got the bulge on my wife's sister,
"Bulge ?" said Bruce Che was 8
Columbia college boy). Did I I'M
derstand you to say bulge ?''
yes. That cat of hers. You know
it. Well. Hal ha! hal"
Well?"
at goes off every night on a de.
bauch, and comes back in the morn.
Ing to recuperate. Then my dogs
whale him Ike blazes before the wo-
men come down. HOI no he ! he +
By the tears of the holy croco.
dile!" exclaimed Bruce, "I'Il come
over and see it. Do you know you
can make a fortune by letting your
dogs out to married men 2"
He did come over. We both veil
ed with delight. We calculated that
If that cat would only hold ont. we
could like him three hundred and
sixty-five times every year. never
saw such heavenly expression of
ineffabIe resignation and trust in
the divine order of things as that
which came into Bruce's face as he
footed up this result.
But the cat did not hold out. He
got pretty bad the fourth morning.
Ny wife,s sister said he had the
pneumonia. I think myself that
his spine was dislocated. and his
windpipe was chewed through, for
I noticed his purr did not connect.
On the fifth morning, when I tried
to coax him in with tender and win
ming tones, he looked at me q mo-
ment, then he turned tail, and went
feebly over the fence, out of my
sight aud into my dreams forever.
There may be something in this
blue glass theory of Pleasanton's,
but we are satisfied that blue bot
tie Hu will moi ntyro vnaaf c.