The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-10-06
TIGERS MERRY ao-RoUND.
A Cat Has an Exciting Ride on the
Wings OF Windmill.

Frank Dellan has an amusing story of
the adventures of a cat named Tiger in
the October number of St. Nicholas. The
cat was in disgrace from having been
caught In an attempt to purloln a bluefish
from the kitchen. So II set off for an
adjacent mill to console itself with a
meal of mice.
The trip to the windmill was not, how
eyer a purely pleasant task. In the first
place. the tall mill itself was not home
like, familiar place, like a house or a barn,
particularly on windy days when the four
great sails were going around with a
creaking noise, up one side and down on
the other, fiinging shadows that hurried
over the ground and up along the sides,
while from within the building came great
rumbling and buzzing sounds. Another
trouble was the fact that Mr.. Hedges the
miller, had a dog. This dog, Jack, was,
in Tigers eyes, an ugly and dangerous
brute. But Tiger was no coward; his
fears of the sails were simply nervous
and he was not the cat to go out of his
the mill.
But It was one of those days when ev-
erythlng seems to go wrong over the
corn field Tiger saw that the sails were
not at rest, but wheeling around In a
brisk wind and when opposite the mill
er's house, although he kept himself care
fully In the high grass, he was espied by
Jack, who challenged him with a sharp
bark Tiger pretended not to hear this
and passed slyly on beyond the mill. to
deceive the dog, who, as he well knew
would object TO his hunting there, al.
though II was sheer malice on Jacks part
to grudge his nelghbor q few mice, for
the millers cat was old and lazy, and he
himself despised any smaller game than
rats.
Al length, by keeping under cover of
the beach plum and bay bushes, Tiger
reached his goal, and soon took up "A pO-
sitlon near q promising looking hole by
the shady side OF the shingle mill. This
happened to be also on the leeward side,
so that the huge arms as they wheeled
around were not In sight. It was good,
quiet place TO compose his rufhed nerves.
Tiger no longer felt too restless to lie
In wait, so he tucked his feet comfort
ably under his body curled his tail around
them, and settled down TO await some
foolish mouse.
But the wind mill mice were probably
well fed and In the habit of taking noon
day maps. for not the tip Of a nose or
the faintest squeak came from the hole
Tiger grew drOwsy. Luckily for himself
he did not fall quite asleep, for he was
he had set an ambush. Jack, the cross
terrier, diVining the poacher's Intentions
was stealing a march on him. without
a growl or warning he had crossed the
road from the piller's house and, noise
lessly gaining the little rise on which
stood the mill, caught sight Of the I'M
8uspeCting cat calmly seated, his nose to-
ward the mouse hole and his back to-
ward the coming danger. With a start
ling yell, Jack sprang toward his victim.
II was shabby OF Jack TO take Tiger off
his guard, and II Is not a matter OF the
slightest reproach 70 the courage Of Tiger
that Tiger reused TO his peril al the
last moment, gave desperate bound and
fed.
II was race for life. Around the mill
thoy hcW-thcrc was no tree, no place of
refuge near but Tigers smaller size gave
him an advantage on the circular race