Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-06-21

cab There 1t sat, splitting and mlaoul-
ing and making an occasional spring at
the nearest window, until the vehicle
had entered the park and been driven as
far as the Mail. where the driver ahghted
and opened the door with "a view % re-
ceiviug further ructi5ns from Maisie.
As he aid s., the cat dashed out Of the
door. and flying like a mad thing along
the winding path was out Of sight IN a
moment
why. how she's scratched YOU, miss!'
the man said cJmpaS-lunately, looking
at Maisie's bleeding hands.
80 she has. 20 said Maisie, CHANGING at
the deep scratches and winding her
handkerchief around the hand worst
wounded
"She's like a tiger" said the driver,
''that haste"
Worse" said Maisie. ''She wanted
my Woy. That could not be pewmitted,
YOU know; | want my Woy myself"
lis it your bird? Did she Kill 1t"
asked the cabman. Indeed my wife
would never have a cat about the house
since one Of them devoured the finest
canary on Us that ever sang.
Maisie laughed Eugene can't sing
any more" She said til get out now,
please
Just as you say, miss" said the cab
man. He made his charge; Maisie
paid it and skipped away alongth h path,
her ribbons fiutterng, her founces flap
ping, the plumes tossing over her bonnet
"BloOmingdale would he the night
-1,.. g. $50 .,v- Id - 81 -a.- y,v-e
tered as he looked after her. But il is
none Of ny business" And he drove
away.
The day was cool The park is never
full Of visitors in such weather. and the
afternoon was drawing 20 a close.
In the gray twilight Maisis skipped
along.
1T Is not 50 easy for her O. hide her
disposition, now that she l. a cat, she
said. How she tore mr.! Well. / wash
my hands Of her. Other people think
Eugene is dead am the only one
who WEAKLY knows that she l. twans-
formed into a black cat / wNuld have
fed her and been good b her, but she
has left me Neyyy wll. let her 90.
Still l am Sow-wy. She mnsI b>ould and
hungwy. could have madeher a little
bed with silk pillows.
II wa chilly. Maisie shivpred IN the
little sacque sire wore AMI looked about
her. In the twilight tire park was like
a sketch in water culurs. all sUft blue
grays aud whites. with touches Of deep
indigo herr and there. She hal reached
the terrace. usually the busiest spot of
the park. Not a sol was visible in any
direction. She descH1sid TN wide steps
where the carven stnne tHlustrsles with
their urns IF flowers arose on either side
Of her. and stood on the lower platform
and looked about her. BefuEp hr- played
the fountain, crowned by the subslan-
tial Young person with w1ugS who dos
duty A. al angel. Beyond that lay tine
lake. It's hsats az r%t It's tuatIneu gone
home. NJ one sat IL the sal under the
gay awning With every the
shadows crew yraypr. TIM mass Il foil
age NOR inli-tiuct, Int MaiSe kept on
her way down the sC1nd fright q steps,
acruss the broad, smooth Spar tntween
them and the fountain down a. the edge
Of the lake. Du one Of the benches fac
ing il she AT down.
Il am vewy tired, 20 she said O. herself.
Il wonder why | am 50 tired / must
west. ] 10 not want o. L. worn u and
ugly when N0y come home O. mawwy
me. Dear Woy. / DO not blame him.
Oh, no. When a woman like that
chooses she can always beruil- a man,
like the mewruaid-. Woy Is Oh the sea,
but there are no newmaId- that sing
upon any wock- a. bad as Eugene.
Woy! Wov! Oh. my dawliu- WDy.
You are mine. mine only AZ last
Then she sat down on the margin II
the lake and fell asleep there, and slept
for hours. The confusion Of her brain
was greater when she awoke than IL hal
been.
a kind face arose before Aer-Mrs.
Buuny's. She could not remember whose
it was. Il know she viii be ANXIOUS, -
she said. Who is she: Ican't wemem-
Der her name. II is warm where she Is,
and | am cold, very cold. Who Is she:
1t can't be my mother; never had one.
Oh, / am so cold!" She arose 10 her feet
with a vague desire 20 go home, but she
could not remember anything. not eve
where she was. She began 70 cry and
moan feeling about in the darkness and
running against the bushes. The thons
pierced her flesh. Her claws shall grow
lang" Maisie muttered, cropping forward.
Something pressed against her feet; she
saw dark object that uttered a low
miaoul. The black cat, set free in the
great park, had made its way to the lake,
hungry once more, and discerning the
presence of a human being-the sort Of
creature from whom IL was accustomed
10 expect food-strove TO attract notice,
then receiving 10 attention lifted it,
voice in that agonizing and incisive CRY
with which its kind are wont 70 express
the constant starvation from which they
seem TO suffer.
Poor, %bewildered Maisie, wrapped in
her delirious ]fancIes, believed that she
heard "a threat Of vengeance. and fed
wildly through the darkuess-the rul-
ing passion strong ia madness as IN death.
ut Is Eugene! She viii tear me to