The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-03-23

jumping upon Mr.. Beagle's bed, 'they
don't belong to me-"
81 don't know who they belong to, !"
returned Mr.. Beagle, ''nor do l care
much; only know that there they are.
If you'll just hook those breeches up
here, I'll get out and half murder thema
only hook 'em this way! I'll wiring
their precius necks off"
They're ont of my reach p said Plum
pee. .'Hishi hishl" Finding, how
ever, that harsh terms had no effect, so
be lad recourse to the milder and more
persuasive cry of pussy, pussy, pussy,
kit, kit, kit.
''Scat, you villains !" cried Mr.. Jonas
Beagle, who began to be really enraged.
'tKitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, pussy, pussy,
pussy!" repeated Mr.. Plumplee ID the
blandest and most seductive tones, as he
held the pistol by the muzzle to break
the back of the first unfortunate cat that
made her appearance. But all this per-
suasion to come forth had no effect; they
continued to be invisible, while the
mewing proceeded in the most melancholy
strain.
"What on earth are we to do2" inquir-
ed Plumplee. 81 myself have horror
of CATS"
''The same to me and many of 'eml"
observed Mr.. Jonas Beagle. "Let's
wake that young fellow; perhaps he
doesn't mind them"
'Helloo!" cried Plumplee.
''Heiiool" shouted Bengle, but as
neither could make any impression up
ON Valentine and as both were afraid to
get off the bed to shake him, they pro-
ceeded to roll the blankets and sheets in
to balls, and to pelt him With infinite
ZEAL
"Who's there? What's the matter2"
cried Valentine at length, in the coolest
tone imaginable, although his exertions
made him sweat like tinker.
"For heavens sake, my dear young
friend" said Plumplee, "do assist US in
turning out these CATS"
"Catsl Where are they2 Hishl' cried
Valentine.
"Oh. that's of no use. I've tried the
hishing business myself. All the hish-
ing in the world don't do. They must
be beaten out; you are not afraid of
them, are you?"
afraid of them! afraid of few cats"
exclaimed Valentine, with the assump-
ton of considerable magnanimity.
"Where are they2"
''Under my bed," replied Beagle.
'There's a brave fellow! Break their
blessed necks." And Valentine leaped
out of bed, and after striking at imag
inarg animals very furiously with the
bolster, he Kissed with great violence,
and scratching across the grain of the
boards in humble imitation of those do.
mestic creatures scampering out of the
room, when he rushed to the door and
proceeded to make very forlorn meyow-
ing die gradually away at the bottom of
the stairs.
"Thank heaven! they are all gone at
last" cried Mr.. Beagle; 1--WE shall be
able to get little rest now, I hope. "
And after very minutely surveying every
corner of the room in which it was possi-
BILE for one of them to have fingered, he
lighted his candle, bade Plumplee good
night, and begged him to go Immediate
ly to Miss Madonna, who had been call
ing for an explanation very anxiously be-
low.
As soon as Plumplee had departed,
Valentine assisted Beagle to make his
bed; and when they had accomplished
this important business with the skill
and dexterity of a couple of thorough
bred chambermaids, the light was again
extinguished, and Mr.. Beagle very natur-
ally made up his mind to have six hours
sound and uninterrupted sleep. He had,
however, scarcely closed his eyes when
the mewing was renewed, and as he had
not the smallest disposition "to listen to
the sound so familiar to the ear" he
started up at once, and exclaimed, "I
wish I may die if they're all out now!
Here's one of them left" added he, ad-
dressing Valentine; but Valentine, hay
ing taken deep inspiration, answered
only with prolonged gurgling sound.
"He's off again, by the living Jove!" con-
tinued Beagle; 81 never heard of any one
sleeping 80 soundly. Helloo! my good
fellow! no! Fast as four-year- -oldl
Won't you be quiet you witch2 Are you
determined not to let me have wink of
sleep to-nightt She must be in the cup,
board. must haze overlooked her; and
yet | don't see how could. OH keep
the thing up my dear. Don't let me
rest!" And he fumbled about for his
box, and having taken hearty pinch of
snuff, began to turn the thing seriously
over in his mind, and to make second
person of himself, by way of having. un-
der the circumstances. companion with
whom he could advise, and, if necessary,
demonstrate.
"Well, what's to be done now?" in
quired he of the second person thus es-
tablished. "What's to be the next step,
Jonas2 It's of no use at all, you know:
we can't go to sleep; we may just as we'll
try to get kick at the moonl Nor must
we again disturb = hishl you-Jonasl
Jonas. keep your temper! Don't let a
contemplate cat put you out
And MIR. Beagle took another pinch of
snuff, from which he apparently derived
great deal of consolation.
"Whatl at it againa" he continued. 81