Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-21

in crowd, and as she Joined II the sex
ton. h~areheaded and with his white hair
floating behind him on the wind, came
down TIE street followed by two police
men. Pushing past the people they en-
tered the church, closing tine doors be-
hind them
"Who is it," asked a lady standing
mean Maisie.
That beautiful niece Of Mrs. Nor
gan; that musical Miss Ashton" re-
piled the other. They have been look
ing for her all night. Mr.. Smith found
her lying dead in her pew. such a
sweet girl"
What nonsense! She can't be dead!
said Maisie shrilly.
Il can't believe it." said the lady
bursting into tears.
And now the doors opened, the crowd
drew back at the command Of the po-
Ecemen who preceded those who bore a
bier covered by a black cloth. Treading
slowly, together they passed down the
| street and out of sight.
Some Of the ladies entered the church,
others walked away; others still, mostly
bows and the riffraf gathered in city
streets by every excitement, were
driven off by the sexton and a third po-
hceman. who afterward took his place
on the church step.
"Wm you go in, msdame|' this latter
aid 70 Maisie, who still fingered
"They will have service as usual"
NO. thank YOU" said Maisie. mo,
/ believe not. No. it is excusable not to
go in"
Certainly, - said the policeman. Per
hsps you'd better walk on in that case,
madame"
Yes" said Maisie, but she stood still
Upset by what has happenedF' said
the policeman, taking her by the arm.
at was shocking. Now which way do
You 60, madame
Il don't know" said Maisie; Il can't
think. Where would you 60 if you
were T.
Why home, of course" said the pO-
Hceman, looking at her gravJly.
Yes said Maile slowly. oh yes
She allowed him to lead her u the Cur
ner, whence he returned 70 his post.
There WIS a little garden SPOT sur
rounding the church o%aItaiuing sne
well rolled grass and a few fhoWeT hr-
des The cellar windows OTeued on
this i~nclsure, which was ~ ahu1t by
iron ratings Maiie drew cldse to thze
ratings and kanei upUn them HEeyes
were fixed dn one Of the cellar windows
from which a lean black cat was creep
ing slowly, hooking supiciously ahuu1 II
"Ah,- said Maisle in a low tone "Ah,
so il Is az | thought What fools people
are TO sly she Is dead! a black cat: Yes,
Of course she Is changed into a black
cat"
The animal, a half starved creature,
deserted by sons former owner, uttered
a low CRY, and s~pringlng 70 the stone
curb IN which the ratings were set
came creeping toward the spot where
Maisie stood
Pussy Maise called softly. Here,
pussy, pussy. CONE to me"
The cat alvanoed slowly. With a
quick motEuu MaIze thrust her hand
through the rails and clutchsd TIM loose
SKIN al the lack Of its neEk and held IL
fast. AL animals were fond Of Marsle,
and after a little patting and cuaNing II
was quite quiet, and she helTsd II
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narrow space, and now she gathered II
up in her arms and held II fast, and
walked along the street until she came
70 a little shop where milk was sold.
This she entered
will YOU let me nave a pint Of milk
for my cat, sine said, land a Hics SANGER
10 feed 1t fwUm: She Is most particular
about her china"
The woman Of the shop laughed as she
measured the milk and filed a big china
saucer.
The cat. which M-isie still held fast,
Tapped the milk eagerly, purriug cheer
fully the while.
~She seems hungry" the woman said.
Yes" said Maisie, 'she has been
locked up in a church for a day and a
night, poor thing. Take a little more,
Eugene; you shall nave all you want"
is your cat named Eugenie<' the
woman asked
Don't you think it a pwetty name
asked Maisie. ITO be sure its a young
lady's name; but she don't look the least
like a young lady, does she: MOT
course not"
certainly uDbi Ia aAt @AA tAh
woman, staring at her.
Nor a bit like an enchanted prin-
cess" said Maisie.
"The milk is three cents, ma'am, "
said the woman, stepping back a little.
Maisie gave her the change, gathering
the black cat up in her arms.
"Her nails shall gwow sharp and her
teeth shall gwow lang, and on her four
feet she shall gang" she sang softly.
Il should think it much better 10 be a
a than a fewy dwagon, shouldn't
your she asked the shop woman il a
confidential tone, but before the latter
recovered from her establishment she had
skipped out of the store.
THAT lady is crazy" the woman said,
calling 70 some n in the back DON
Puss, the meekness Of starvation over,
wa struggling violently. An empty cab
passed Maisie hailed it.
"a cat is a bad thing 10 carry about,