The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-08-07

his head, uttered low below, and stood
watching Jack attentively. The red
mat, about this time, began to slip from
Jacks shoulder. and he pulled it up so
that it hung in front of him, when at
once, as if maddened by the sight, the
bull made furious rush at his antago-
mist. Jack did not wait to try the effect
OF the human eye any longer; indeed,
he forgot all about the human eve, he
forgot all about Hercules, and every
other hero, ancient or modern; but.
throwing his club at the rushing animal,
he fed to a small apple-tree, which fort
unately was near at hand. The bull
stopped to toss the club, and this gave
Jack minutes time and saved his life.
for he had only just scrambled up to
the nearest branch when the vicious
beast came believing up underneath
and stamping with rage.
From this unheroic position Jack was
not released until the farmer came and
drove the bull away. Then Jack re-
turned to his home sadder and a
madden boy.
Little Puff-BaI.
One summer morning, when Mrs.
Waring opened her chamber-door, she
saw queer little object on the threshold
"a roll Of grayish white; but at the
sound of the door it rose up, the dirti-
est and most forlorn kitten.
"Oh, dear!" cried Mrs. Waring.
-four already! What can I do with this
wretched-looking thing?"
CHANGING out of the window, she saw
her coachman passing by. She called
him, and, giving him some money, told
him to be sure that she never saw this
creature again.
The man departed with the kitten;
but he was very busy just then, and shut
it up in the coach-house until he could
attend to it.
After breakfast, Mrs. Warning stepped
out upon the piazza, and almost STUN
bled over little soft something crawl
ing feebly along.
ooh, you dirty little creature here
again?" she said.
The "dirty little creature" stopped.
It looked up into her face with be-
seeching eyes, and uttered an appealing
cry. i.e.
Mrs. Warnings face changed from dis
gust to pity. ---
"Poor kitty" she said, softly, and
took up the kitten; and, because it was
so miserable, stroked it with her dainty
fingers, although it was so dirty.
Mr.. Waring, sitting by, smiled qui-
city. He had known that his wife
could not harden her heart against that
cry:
"Dear little hungry kitty! it should
have some warm milk" ....~
And the lady and her new pet disap-
peared within the doorway.
That morning there was very funny
scene on this same piazza. .@...-.
After kitty had breakfasted, Mrs.
Waring rubbed her entirely over with
butter; then. putting her down, she
brought the other kittens around her.
At first they looked askance at the
newcomer, and came close, all ready
to pick quarrel; but, through using
their noses before their claws, they dis
covered that there was something nice
about her, and their little tongues went
out to the sweet June butter.
And they, like all who fawn upon
others, swallowed a good deal beside
the pleasant thing they were seeking;
for all the dust and soil was Tapped
away from the little stranger, who grew
whittier every moment
She triumphed in the attentions of
these beautiful creatures who were
making her toilet for her, and sat
proud and happy kitten, with head very
erect, looking now over her shoulder
at one busy upon her little arching
back, now at another earnestly tapping
her paws. Topsy, the black sprite, was
upon one side, and little striped Tige
nibbling at the tip of her tail.
"Look at her now, little white beautyp
cried Mrs. Warning. "She is a perfect
puff ball!"
"She must have blue badge for
courage" said Mr.. Waring. eff she
had not dared coming back to you, she
would have been lost. Puff-ball, your
merry purr says:
''If at first you don't succeed,