Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-08-26

hto uoe III icpOtcuI Wrdln whist Bon
lie filled his pOuche with peach BIOS
som and playfully pelted his enemy
with the same. Once, worked into a
state of frenzy, he attempted to drive
Tue monkey away with handful of
gravel. Bonnie accepted the challenge
and, hopping off to the neighboring VI
merry, armed himself with some loose
Drlcks from the chimney; his strength
falling when he hurled them at the
gardener; they fell short and smashed
the winery roof.
"Three-pound-five-worth of glass
he've a-smaShed in five minutes, and
all them grapes a-spOiled for this sea
sonP' remarked Diggs, with kind of
/ grim satisfaction.
Even If he had confined himself to
our own establishment, it would not
nave been so bad; but no-Bonnie was
/ inflicted with an Unsuitable curiosity
respecting our neighbors, and that GU
rloslty he would satisfy. One day old
Miss Granger, on entering her bed
room, was startled to find alittle brown
| object squatted on her dressing table,
and carefully turning over the contents
of the box in which she kept her best
ties On her entrance, he made off,
dragging her most brilliant scarf be-
hind him. Far from being annoyed,
| the dear old lady seemed so delighted at
his enterprise that she made him a
handsome little blue velvet coat, and
sent it To him with her compliments
However, all ueighb9rs were pot 80
obliging.
1t is sultry morning in August, and
L am sitting with the drawing-room
windows vide open, TO catch any faint
breeze that may be stirring. Without
the scene is dazzling combination OF
bright blue sky and emerald earth
Within, / have somewhat subdued the
glare by drawing down two out of the
three window blinds. The day is too in
tensely hot for my usual energetic NOR
ming practice, 50 | am trying over a
new song, in very lackadaiscal man
ner, when faint ''Miaw!r catches my
ear.
An exclamation of impatience breaks
from my lips as, turning, l perceive
Bonnie majestically crossing the hearth
rug, with wicked smile on his face
and my poor little Persian pussy's tail
firmly claSped in his small black hand
Poor pussy is only month old, and to
tally unable to defend herself Bonnie
the coward, stands N wholesome dread
of mother puss, and it is only when he
finds her offspring unprotected that he |
dares lay his long profane fingers upon
her. At the present moment he is jab-
bing with glee as the kitten performs |
her painful backward walk.
In a moment am on the rug; but |
Bonnie is too sharp for me. He has |
made his escape through the open win |
dow, still retaining hold of the kittens |
tail. He meets his match however on |
the lawn, where madam puss, attracted |
by the cries of her little one, makes a |
curious onslaughter. Bonnie does not |
stop long to test the sharpness of her |
claws, but, leaving his prey, swings |
himself into tree, where he sits and |
jabbers out his Indignation, the picture |
of injured innocence. Knowing how |
utterly futile all efforts to catch him in |
varibly prove, L hurry indoors and |
sound the alarm
Five minutes later every window is |
closed; and so must they femain through |
llic lltdI vi lAiC
day. Next | hurry away to the green |
house, where, with certain amount |
of dread, | announce the fact that |
"Bonnie is loosen to our gardner. FL |
nally | return to the lawn, with some |
misty hope of decoying Bonnie to his |
capture. Not at ALL There is his |
lorjship slowly swinging himself from
window-ledge to window-ledge making |
diabolical grimaces as he finds each |
easement barred against him.
Knowing his weakness for sweet bis
cults, procure some and hold them !
out in an enticing manner. Bonnie |
advances cautiously and snatches the |
coveted mOrSal from my hand, then, |
retiring, sits and devours it, in a nom |
chalent manner, on the high branch of |
tree At length am fain to give up |
in despair. and decide on watching him |
and, if possible, keeping him out of |
mischief. So, procuring book. seat |
myself in the shade of great elm-tree |
where | can read and at the same time |
keep my eye ON Bonnie; but, as the old |
rhyme says
"one thing at a time, and tina, done well.
Isl very good rule as many can tell"
Ny book is interesting-no, ''interest-
ing" is not the word-it is enhancing. |
For the first ten minutes glance up at |
the end of every few lines, then at every |
half-page Bonnie is swinging from |
branch To branch overhead; seemingly |
he has no thought of roaming. glance
up whenever | turn page. Just a
few lines over the page this time, down
to the end of the paragraph-now where
is BONNER Where indeed2 Not in
the tree overhead, or in any of the sur
rounding trees, or on the roof, or
amidst the wer-beds-Bonnie is no.
where visible. He must, Impelled by
greed, have made his way to the kit
chen garden; if so, he will be back
4rain directly. Ii is hot everywhere
20 day, and am sure Bonnie will find
the kitchen-garden too hot even for his
eastern constitution. ConsOled by this
reflection, continue my reading and
calmly await his return.
Bangl
The book drops out of my hand, and
my heart gives one heavy thump. Who
can have fired off a gun so near? Can
it any way concern Bonnie? No; the
gardeners did not harm him, since he
is my pet. Probably the report of fire.
arms will bring him back to my side in
an agony of trembling fear; in the
meantime l resume my reading.
Presently a shadow falls athwart the
sunny lawn, and, raising my eyes for a
moment TO ascertain the cause, a cry
escapes me-for slowly advancing comes
a man dressed in light gray tweed who
bears in his arms the still form of lit
tie Bonnie.
In an instant am beside him, and
what remains of my pet has been hand
ed over to me. As L look down and
see that the brown eyes are claimed, as
| feel the tiny form stiffenlng in my
clasp, sob breaks from me.
81 am awfully sorry," says deep
voice. "My sister thought it was yours
The only reparation can make for the
mischief l have done is to offer an
apology"
l pay no heed to his words, my whole
attention is given to Bonnie.
.'Is he quite dead?" 1 ask, striving
to hope against hope. ''Can nothing
be done for him?"