The semi-weekly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1879-1882, 1881-09-01

my own that pens OF fire could not
write on the scrolls Of infnity one half
my love"
And be opened the door. Cleopa-
ira went cut in the cleaning with the
air Of a cat who was just going to say
something like that anyhow, when he
suggested it. Mr. Tillipghast did not
appear to notice this peculiar express
sion on Cleopatra's countenance. He
was looking at the sky.
"The stars are shining" he said !:
"she is looking for my message and
she is thinking Of me-"
And Miss Difenbaugh?
She was sitting in her lonely bower,
looking out into the star.lit night
saying, CHS messenger with feet Of
silence, is even now on its way to tell
me he loves me yet. / feel his pres
ence near me-"
In the meantime Cleopatra was car.
rying out his contract after the APP
proved manner of veteran star route
contractor. He got ON very we'll for
about quarter of mile, and was
making pretty good time when, while
streaking down a lonesome alley, he
suddenly paused and said:
II hope to die if don't smell fish. {"
And while he was exploring the ash
pile he was suddenly accosted by a
lonesome looking cat on the woodshed.
"Say, old indigo blue, shiny on
your own sidep
"Watchugivinus?" growled Cleopa-
ira, just glancing up long enough from
an old mackerel to take the woodshed-
der's measure.
The woodshedder being on his own
premises, made violent effort to re-
strain his wrath, but he came down
to the ash pile and said, 10 voice that
meant business:
"I'll trouble you for that fish if you
please"
CAN right" said Cleopatra, "I'n
leave you the bones when I'm through
with IL
The strange cat reached out to take
the savory fish, and Cleopatra smote
him. In less time than it takes to
tell it, he stood that cat in the corner
of the fence and wiped enough hair
of Of him to stuff a sofa cushion.
And as the wailing cat dragged its
lacerated body down the drain. Cleo
patra resumed his fish, remarking as
he lodged passing backing brush,
as he believed, as long as he was out,
he'd sit up q little while and have
fun with the boys.
And he had it. He went down the
alleys and danced to everything he
met. He nearly tore the ear off a
smart kitten that got up on a wood
pile and sassed him and asked him
"where he picked up that paper coll
arr He prowled through back yards
and he almost worried the life out Of
a most highly respectable elderly tor
toise shell tabby, sitting in kitchen
window, by creeping up close under
the window and then roaring out to
know If "she danced the lancers2"
He scalped harmless Mexican dog
all the way down it's bare back, in six
red raw lines and shouted after the
anguish stricken animal to ssrun home
and put on his hair!" He was hit
once with an old kerosene torch that
perfumed him up like political pro
cession, and he crawled through an old
drain back of the soap works, and
came out smelling worse than an In-
dian picnic. At last be heard music
over in "Stony Lonesome" and went
there and found the boys were having
a little dance, and the FIRST thing he
did when he arrived, was to spat the
bartender and slap a one-eyed cat
from Hibernia.
"Pile on to me by thousandsv he
yelled. "l've got just one more eye
than I want to take home!"
And they didn't wait for a second
invitation. They piled onto him then
and there, and the babbling brook
that prattled through the rocks of
Stony Lonesome, when it heard the
wild unearthly clamor, turned back
and ran up the hill, and in dumb ter
ror watched the circling clouds Of
misty hair drifting about 10 the VAL
ley below.
In Judge Diffenbaugh's hospitable
parlors his chosen friends ling cred,
though the hour was late. At the
piano Mrs. Difenbaugh dreamily wan
dered through the enhancing numbers
sf"Schubert's Cradle Song" There
was familiar voice at the front gate
that made her heart beat wildly. The
voice came across the lawn. II was
Cleopatra. And this was what he