The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1892-12-06
Master Willie Kent's Shaggy
Pet Creates CONSERVATION
On West Van Buren,
Street, Chicago.
Miss Kitty McCune Butted BY
the Bellicose Animal.
A Chivalric Stranger, a Valiant
Butcher, and a "Cop"
vainly Attemptto Res
cue the Maid For
Iorn.

That spirit which prevades and
parmeates Chicago, that whatever is
worth doing at all is worth doing
WE'LL" seems to have been imbibed by
even her goats. And a pet "Bellie'
of that genus started out upon a ramp
age last Thursday and met with the
following adventures, As depicted in
the Chicago Journal:
Master Willie Kent labors under
the double responsibility of having an
alderman for father and owning a
goat. The elder Kent is the republic
can alderman from the Eleventh ward.
The goat is the especial favorite of
the alderman's 11-year-old hopeful and
the terror of the neighborhood ada
cent to the alderman'> residence on
Congress street near Latin.
Master Willie'S pet ruminant sis
large, shaggy and aggressive. Its
whiskers are the envy of all the other
goats on the west side, and its "Dick
Deadeye" optics are a cause of ner-
vous comment to all who come into
the radius of their baleful light. No
one but Master Willie has much Use
for the goat. If they admire him at
all they prefer to do it at Il distance.
The other day the goat got loose.
He got tired Of the narrow scope fur
nished by back yard and clothes
line. He sighed for adventure, and
his unwonted freedom made him belli-
cose and frisky. His eyes were rest
less and he was looking for trouble.
1t didn't take him long to get out
of sight of the Kent residence He
accelerated his speed until he was
safely around the corner on Latin
street, and then he leisurely made
his way toward Van Buren,. As he
reached the latter thoroughfare his
restless eyes caught a glimpse Off te-
male figure on the sidewalk. 1t was
Miss Kitty McCune, young and
buxom empioye of the Snow Flake
laundry. The Young woman'S back
was toward the goat, and the latters
eyes gIistened. The opportunity to
indulge his hitting propensities was
too strong to be resisted.
STRUCK HER FAIR IN THE BACK
Lowering his head the goat bore
down upon his unsuspecting victim
with the speed of the wind. The
next moment Miss Kitty described Il
parabola in the air and landed on all
fours. The shock nearly stunned
her. She thought that house had
fallen on top of her until she looked
around and saw the goat bracing HIM
self for another assault. The frighten-
ell girl gave scream and scrambling
to her feet started to run. But the
goat was right with her. Before her
pattering feet had touched the ground
half dozen times the adamantine
head of the goat caught her square
in the back again and over she tImbl-
ed the second time.
Bv this time Miss Kitty was in a
condition bordering upon the hys-
terical. She began to scream for help,
while the goat, with look of malig-
nant triumph in his eyes. backed of
and prepared for third onslaught.
Miss Kitty gather herself up, and
this time, instead of endeavoring to
run away, turned toward the shaggy
brute and cried "Shoo," while she
tried to back out of the animals reach.
The Young woman's determined front
seemed to awe the goat for moment.
Then his battering-ram went down
again. and befoae Miss Kitty could
say Boo" the goat had caused her
totake an involuntary back-somersault.
This time she sat still and looked at
the goat in dazed kind of way, and
wondered dimly why she had never
had her life insured.
STRANGER To THE RESCUE.
1t was at this supreme moment of
Miss kitty's predicament that a brave
knight Grant hove in sight. He was
not mounted on charger AS of old,
armed cap-a-pie. with lance in rest
and vizor down, but he rode in a
grocery wagon and had the spirit of
ehivalry tightly buttoned under his
winter Overcoat.
This modern Chevalier Bayard saw
the young woman's predicament and
his chivalric heart was touched. He
arrived just in time to see Miss Kitty
described her backward parabola.
Refining up his cob. he sprang out of
the wagon and ran toward the goats
PROSTATE victim. He fiou-ished his
whip and felt like hero.
Before he could reach the maid for
lorn the goat Intercepted him.
Seat you brute, said the knight
errant: and he aimed an evil-inten-