Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1893-10-05

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, UNCLEr
dispute several details which were not
of an archaeological exactitude. pro-
posed replacing the setting of the
rings with certain stones more common
n that age Finally, 1 decidedly OPP
posed the wearing of an agraffe of
Cloisone enamel In truth, this orn-
ament was an odious anachronism.
We decided to su bstitute for it a gold
plaque, with precious stones inserted
in small cells
She listened to me with extreme do
cility, and was so well pleased that
she wished me to dine with her. ex-
cused myself, pleading the regularity
of my habits and the frugality of my
regime as an excuse, and took leave of
her.
was in the ante cham ber when she
called after me:
wait a moment. Is my costume
striking enough? l must make all the
other women jealous"
was shocked atsuch thought but
turning toward her again, fell under
her charm.
She called me back.
Monsieur Pigeonneau, you are so
amiable! Write little story for me,
and Ishall like you 20 very very much ;"
Il do not know how" answered.
She shrugged her beautiful shoulders
and cried:
''Of wha use then is science to us If
it does not serve as babis for stories?
You will write me a story, Monsieur
Pigeonneau?"
Thinking it useless to renew my alb
solute refusal, withdrew without re-
plying.
met at the door the man with the
Assyrian beard, DIR. Daoud, whose look
had so trou bled me under the dome Of
the institute. He seemed to me most
vulgar man, and the meeting with him
was absolutely painful to me.
The ball of Countess N took
place fifteen days after my visit 1 was
not surprised to read in the papers that
the beautiful Miss Morgan had made
| sensation in the costume of Nefer-
oura.
l heard nothing Of her during the
| year 1886; but the first day of the ne w
year, as was writing in my room, a
valet brought me letter and a basket
From Miss Morgan" he said, and
went out
The basket WAS placed on my table
The sound of cats voice came fr ON
it lifted the cover, and a small gray
cat jumped out.
| 1t was not an Angora. 1t was of an
Oriental species. more slender than
our cats and resembling, so far as l
could judge, its ancestors, whose mum
mics, enveloped in great bands are
now found in such large mum bers at
Thebes- 1t shook ITSELF looked around,
hum ped its back, yawned, and then
began rubbing itself against the
goddess Pacht whose pure figure
and fine, pointed noise were raised
over my table. Although of sombre
color and with its fur shaven, the little
cat was very gracious. 1t seemed in
telligent and not wild. could not un-
derstand the reason for such strange
present Miss Morgan's letter did not
enlighten me much, either Itran thus:
DEAR SIR:-I send you little cat
that DIR. Daoud brought from Egypt
and which l love very much. Treat it
kindly for love of me. l do not need
to remind you that you owe me a
story. You will bring it Kings Day.
We will dine together.
ANNIE MORGAN.
"P S.-The name of your little cat is
Porou."
After having read this letter I
looked at Porou, who, standing on his
hind feet licked the black nose of
Pacht, his divine sister. He looked at
me, and I must say that Of us two he
was not the more astonished
asked myself What does this all
mean?"
But soon stopped trying to compre-
hend it ut is very silly in me-" /
said to myself, ''to look for sense in
the foolishness of a young fyaway.
AS for this little animal, Madame Mag
loire, my housekeeper, win provide for