The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-12-17

aTaks fA0t wurdeFOus animal 0tOdv."
ssRatsr snarled Mr.. Cumbersome
Brown, his head padded in raw cotton,
for he had caught cold in his drafty
fats yesterday, though he would not
have owned that an ounce Of air ever
entered those buildings without per-
NIT from the tenants. He had been sub
ject to neuralgia ever since he stopped
legitimate business and took to building
fats.
"Ratsl" said be on receipt Of Caehette.
Eve heard Of French coquetting before,
but this lays over It al. But Miss
Bunker Il not In tout she goes next
week. Scottsl believe the bird Il
French, too, the way 1t winks with Its
eyes"
cit could not very well wink with Its
toes" thought Mr.. Cumbersome Browns
housekeeper, MrR. Jones, who led . life
Of 1t when her employer had one Of his
Justly celebrated attacks.
But Natalie had gone home in the
crisp evening air, shivering in her thin
coat, trying to down the sense Of loss
that had come to her already now that
Cachette was gone.
Nm. E Plat Clayton was in the els-
vat0r ut the fats.
II was Just going TO zee you, InadAmoi-
selIs, " sid she. "How warm It Is" and
she threw back her sealslIin cloak. tive
been to Eve teaA No end Of = bore, and
now must rush home and get into q
tight gown and 20 to . dinner and q
ball. Not 30 fine As those functions
where ! used to meet you in Ia belle
Paris, though. You are 90 quiet now
which d quite proper, seeing that you
are alone here. Do you ever hear from
your sweet brother, the comptes Mo-
But I must hasten. Idout know what
Mr.. Clayton must think Of me, for I am
always out IhaYe not neen him for Eve
days. BE diSlikes society. But then he
has his club. Even my brOther-yOu've
met him-nys there Il no repOss in me.
How can one have IL in this Whirll Ny
dear, ! came TO So you about that her.
chief. Il ID for my pet friend, who will
marry Dr.. Croll the day after tomorrow.
She's asthetic, you know, sort Of silly,
but very sweet and faded. Do you think
yod could have Il By tomorrow EVENING"
I'd like 10 send q around 10 her not later
than that, you know"
Thsy entered the fat together and Ma
lalie made light
Then Nm T. Plat Clayton caught up
he kerchief out Of the basket. CAchette's
wing feather stuck 10 IT.
At sight Of that feather Natalie incOn-
tinsntly broke down, and in the un-
guarded moment Of acute grief told how
she had Just parted with her bird to some
one to whom she owed . great deal. and
that she kept this one feather q q me-
mortal Of her pet.
'sThe French are nothing II not senti-
mental" Ma Z. Plat Clayton smiled
% herself. Aloud she repeated that she
hoped the kerchief would be forthcom-
ing the following evening in time 10 send
70 Dr.. Croll's bride elect, and then she
drove home to dress for the dinner and
the ball, carrying Natalie's grieved
mouth with her to be Incorporated in
the Watteauplaque representing Ariadne
deserted.
Now, Mr.. Cumbersome Browns neu-
ralgia was worse that night than ever
before. At least % he said. He always
aaid his present attack surpassed its pre-
deoesson and that It would be positively
the last one he could stand.
An night long he used strong language
concerning Dr.. Jobson, his physician,
and such Of his friends Is he could think
Of 1t Shortn0tice. Being bachelor he
had no women folk 10 make miserable,
for his housekeeper, merely Remaining
'1tis half temper" went to bed.
In the morning II was no better, and
Dr.. Jobson came and made light Of II,
which made Il all the worse. And
there was Cachette on the table WarblinE
ct to break his little throat.
An ct once Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
glared at the songster. "Mrs. Jones, "
said he, with a. much dignity e his Fan
nelswOuld permit, ''taks that numerous
animal away. Its shrielu win split my
head open" They couldn't split 4
shut, !" thought MEs. Jones, and she bore
away Cachette, who was thrilling hi
high rs like one possessed. She carried
the cage to the kitchen, which was 81
the top Of the house, In the approved
fashion. But Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
had built the house for somebody els
and not himself, and every sound in III,
kitchen hOated down the dumbwaitei
and spread over the hooEs below. So b
heard Cachetts In the kitchen.
That French girl shall have warning
tomorrow, he said. "Then I know wha
Twin DO. Icaught this cold standing Il
the street while Fanny Ferguson talket
about her Indians and tried to get sub
scription out Of me. Fanny shall hav,
the Bunker girls bird; twill remind he
Of the war yells Of the Cherokees in thei
Wild woodS."
He wrote . few complimentary word
onacard, pressed the electric button an
had Mrs. Jones with him in no time.
'sThls card and that bird for Miss Fe-
gugon this minute,p be said,
1T couldn't b the other minute"
suppose, = thought Mrs. Jones. and she se
about executing the commission, nc
without envy Of Cachetts's loud VOic
and corresponding responsibility.
Mis- Ferguson, who still looked Glmoi
young behind . veil and who was n
qnninied with the alze Of the bank u
counts Of several unmarried men q
Browns age, was sending ont circular
begging for coal for the Cherokee Natio
when the GIFT arriyed.
any dear Mr.. Brown she wrote o
one Of The circulars, ',yOur Lowell