The Washington times., 1895-06-05

brekquist, he takes weenylittl esa W widhim
out to the barn and saws round hole no
bigger nor stove pipe in the bottom Of the
barn door. Thin, yen mind, he takes the
piece o. wood that he saws out o. the hole
and puts it back in the hole again, and
nails a little hinge on the top so that the
little piece of wood would swing inside and
outside, dye see? And whin We were
lookin' at it from the outside ye wouldn't
think there was door there at all, at all,
it was that small, dye mind? And"
but what has the little door to do
wild the thinkin' o. cats?" asked Mrs. Finn,
impat iently
Mother exclaimed the youthful mar
rator, with gentle and filial forbeara uce
'.if yen let me finish the story yell see
where the cat thinkin' comes in at the end,
and no To be continued in our next in it,
either.
well, as I was tellin' ye, when he had
the little door finished he took the big tom
| cat, Bolivar, by the slack of the neck on the
outside OF the barn and shoves his nose
against the little door, so when he'd be
| outside the barn at night, whin dacint folk
'ud be in bed Bolivar 'ud know how to he
gettin' in the barn widout wakin' everybody
up for mile around the place. And after
he showed Bolivar how to get in from the
outside, faith, what did he do but took Boil
var inside the barn and shoyes him through
| the door from the inside, dye see, and there
| We are, as snug as whisky in O glass, and
| the cats goin' in and out, in and out, at all
hours OF the night, widout so much as sayin'
| by your Fave or Akin yer pardon.
| Well, Mr.. Lindsey slept well ,afther that,
| for thin ca is ud wander away up hill and
| down dale coortin' thare sweethearts, so
| they would, strayagin' on back finces, and
| divvil's the harrum KEN to ere wan o.
| thin only wan"
What was that, Mickey" asked his
| father, anxiously, knocking the ashes from
hispipeinto the stove.
well, We mustn't know thin,'' resumed
the boy, that wan o. thin cats was
fine tenor sin ger, and he used to coort
cat as belonged to a man that was
| a d'aler in electricity. He had been both
| cred so long wild cats singin' on the back
fiRee that he got tired, so what does he
| do but he puts round steel plate about
the size of a stove plate on top o the
! fince in the place where the cat used to
sit and sing. Thin he runs a trolley wire
| out to the plate, and whin the cat began to
sing Behave Me, if All Thin Endearing
! Young Charms and whin he KEN to the
| high note in the piece, the man turned on
| the steam, and there was the cat stuck to
the plate wild his mouth open, and he not
able to move hand or foot, nor make q
noise, till the man turned off the gas
| anu leu Hliu go.
His parents looked at the story-teller
suspiciousiy for a minute, but seeing his
| face unmoved, swallowed the story reluct-
antly. His mother, however, held him
| relentlessly to the original subject, and
| brought the narrator back to it with the
question:
Faith, Mickey, dear, shure that has
nothin' to do wild cats thinkiu', asthorer'
"Thrue for ye, mother" replied the
! boy, but I'm comm to that now. For
two weeks tn i'm cats wint back and
forth. in and out, all night, and Mr..
Lindsley slept like top, so he did, until
one night about half past twelve o'clock,
! the catastrophe happened that nearly
| lost Bolivar his backbone, and that viii
| prove whin I tell it to you that cats can
! think, and that they do a hape o. thinkin'
| whin thinkin' is required, and
Here Mr.. Finn interrupted the speaker
| by bringing his calloused hand down on
| his knee with q bang which shook the
| stove. and exclaimed in terrible voice:
bad scran to ye, We little scut, If We
think I'll take We across me knee and break
/ We in two pieces. Shure, don't We see
We have herrera wild suspince, ye dawdlin'
blaggard?''
rye faust know, thin, that Bolivar
had a little sweetheart named Cinderella
| She was white and had soft fur and
innin' ways, g. nd whin she'd purr
| twas like music, so twas. sYe'd think
| she wore velvet shoes, SO We would,