The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-10
"TIGER,S" MERRY-GO-ROUND.

Frank Dellan has an amusing story of the adventures of a cat named "Ti- ger" in the October number of the St. Nicholas. The cat was in disgrace from having been caught in the attempt to purloin blueflsh from the kitchen. So it set off for an adjacent mill, to con sole itself with a meal of mice.
 The trip to the windmill was not. however, a purely pleasant task; in the first place, the tall mill was not home like, familiar place, like a house or barn, particularly on windy days when the four great sails were going around with creaking noise, up one side and down on sthe other, flinging shadows that hurried over the ground and up along the sides, while from within the building came great rum- bling and buzzing sounds. Another trouble was the fact that MT. Hedges, the miller, had dog. This dog, "Jack," " was in Tigers eyes and ugly and dan gerous brute. But Tiger was no cow ard; his fears for the sails were sim ply nervous, and he was not the cat to go out of his way to avoid dog. So he set out for the mill.
 But 1t was one of those days when everything seems to go wrong. Over the corn-field Tiger saw the sails were not at rest, but wheeling around in a brisk wind, and when opposite the mill ler's house, although he kept himself carefully in the high grass he was es- pied by Jack, who challenged him with sharp bark. Tiger pretended not to hear this and passed slyly on beyond the mill, to deceive the dog who, as he we'll knew, would object to his hunting there, although it was sheer malice on Jacks part to grudge his neighbor a few mice, for the miller's cat was old and lazy and he himself despised small Ter game than rats.
 At length, by keeping under cover of the beach-plum and bay bushes, IT.
 ger reached his goal, and soon took up a position near promising looking hole by the shady side of the shingled 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 ruffled nerves. Tiger no longer felt too restless to lie in wait, so he tucked his feet comfortably under his body, cur1ed his tail around them, and set tied down to await some foolish mouse. But the windmill mice were probably we'll fed and in the habit of taking monday 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 in more danger than the mice for whom he had set an ambush. Jack, the cross terrier divining the poacher's intentions. was stealing a march on him. Without growl of warning he had crossed the road from the mIllers house and, noiselessly gain ing the little rise on which stood the mill, caught sight of the unsuspecting cat, calmly seated, his nose toward the mouse-hole and his back toward the coming danger. With a startling yell Jack sprang toward his victim.
 It was shabby of Jack to take Tiger off his guard, and 1t is not matter of the slightest reproach to the courage of Tiger that, reused to his peril at the last moment, he gave desperate bound and fled.
 It was a race for life! Around the mill they aew-there was no tree, no place of refuge near, but Tigers small Ter size gave him advantage on the circular race-track. Five times the race had gone around the mill and suddenly Tiger did a desperate thing. The lower end of one of the great sails happened to sweep near the ground just ahead of him; he made a great forward and upward bound, clutched the framework and canvas, and instantly was borne aloft toward the clouds as if by the arm of a friendly giant; 1t was enough to make cats head swim, but Tiger was safe if he could keep his hold, for ir few moments the baffled terrier was barking furiously forty feet below him, #