Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-03-03

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for he had caught cold in his drafty
flats yesterday, though he would not
have owned that an ounce of air ever
entered those buildings without per-
init from the tenants. He had been sub
ject to neuralgia ever since he stopped
legitimate business and took to building
flats.
"Ratsi" said he on receipt of Cachette.
''rve heard of French coquetting before,
but this lays over it all. But Miss
Bunker is not in tout she goes next
week. Scots! believe the bird is
French, too, the way it winks with its
eyes,"
at could not very we'll wink with It's
toes" thought Mr.. Cumbersome Browns
housekeeper, Mrs. Jones, who led life
of it 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.
Mrs. E. Platt Clayton was in the ele-
vator at the fats.
II was just going to see you, madamoi-
selle," said she. "How warm it is" and
she threw back her sealskin cloak. "I've
been to five teas. No end of bore, and
now must rush home and get into
tight gown and 90 to o dinner and
ball. Not so fine as those functions
where used to meet you in la belle
Paris, though. You are so quiet now
which is quite proper, seeing that you
are alone here. Do you ever hear from
your sweet brother, the compte? NOT
But must hasten. don't know what
Mr.. Clayton must think of me, for am
always out. have not seen him for five
days. He dislikes society. But then he
has his club. Even my brother--you've
met him-says there is no repose in me.
How can one have it in this whirl? My
dear, came to sec you about that ker-
chief. 1t is for my pet friend, who will
marry DR.. Croll the day after tomorrow.
She's aesthetic, you know, sort of silly,
but very sweet and faded. Do you think
you could have 1t by tomorrow EVENING"
I'd like to send it around to her not later
than that, you know"
They entered the flat together and Ma
talie made light.
Then Mrs. Z. Platt Clayton caught up
the kerchief out of the basket. Cachette's
wing feather stuck to it.
At sight of that feather Natalie incon-
tinently 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 a great deal, and
that she kept this one feather as a me-
mortal of her pet.
1.-THE French are nothing if not senti-
mental" Mrs. E. Platt Clayton smiled
to herself. Aloud she repeated that she
hoped the kerchief would be forthcom-
ing the following evening in time to send
to 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 Vatican plaque representing Ariadne
deserted.
Now, Mr.. Cumbersome Browns neu
ralgia was worse that night than ever
before. At least SO he said. He always
said his present attack surpassed its pre-
decessors and that it would be positively
the last one he could stand.
All night long he used strong language
concerning DR.. Jobson, his physician,
and such of his friends as he could think
of at short notice. Being bachelor he
had no women folk to make miserable,
for his housekeeper, merely remarling
''It's half temper" went to bed.
In the morning it was no better, and
DR.. Jobson came and made light of it,
which made it all the worse. And
there was Cachette on the table warbling
fit to break his little throat.
All at once Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
glared at the songster. ''Mrs. Jones"
said he, with as much dignity as his fan
nels would permit, stake that murderous
animal away. Its shrieks will split my
head OPEN" "They couldn't split it
shut, /" thought Mrs. Jones, and she bore
away Cachette, who was thrilling his
high HIS like one possessed. She carried
the cage to the kitchen, which was at
Z the top of the house, in the approved
fashion. But Mr.. Cumbersome Brown
had built the house for somebody else
and not himself, and every sound in the
kitchen doated down the dumbwaiter
and spread over the floors below. So he
\ heard Cachette in the kitchen.
THAT French girl shall have warning
tomorrow be said. "Then know what
Iwilldo Icaught this cold standing in