The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-10-06
The Cat Came Back.

Angelina McLaurin's was a rare face-a
beautiful face. 1t had but one defect. An
gelina's nose was curved like the wing Of
a gull. This gave her an air of resolution
and command that affected the onlooker
like a sign which says:
Look out for the engine"
Still, Angelina McLaurin was bewilder-
ingly lovely-a result much aided in it's
coming about by a form so admirably up
holstered that to look upon her would have
made Diana tired.
1t was a soft, sensuous September after
noon. Angelina McLaurin was impatient
ly holding down a richly cushioned chair
in the library of the noble McLaurin man
sion, one of those stately piles which are
the pride of Rhode Island avenue. She was
awaiting the coming of her afianced hus-
band. George Maurice St. John.
why doth he prove SO dilatory ?' she
murmured. "Methinks no true lover would
own such leaden feet"
As Angelina McLaurin arose to gaze from
the window she rocked on the tail Of the
ample Angora cat.
This cat made it a point to hang out in
the library every afternoon. On this occa-
sion, while Angelina was dreaming of her
lover, the cat had taken advantage OF her
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meath the rocker of her chair. When An
gelina arose, as stated, the cat got way
the worst of it.
AS the rocker came down on the CATS
tail the latter exploded into observations
In Angorese that are unit for these col
umns. Angelina was not only startled out
She and the cat both arose hastily and
stood there painting.
II.
Just as the shrieks of the wronged exile
from Angora were uplifted into space. the
door of the library burst violently open.
What is the matter. dearest? Are you
injured? Why did you cry for help"
1t was George Maurice ST. John who
asked the questions. AS he did so he caught
Angelina McLaurin in his powerful arms,
while the Angora cat, his worst fears now
thoroughly aroused. chased himself down
the hall with tail excited to the size OF a
lamp cleaner.
What is IL, lover asked George Maui
rice st. John, as he tenderly unloaded his
delicious burden upon a sofa. "Speak-it
is the voice of your George who bids you.
bride Of a st. john"
Bear with me. Georgia" she whispered.
Believe me, / will be better anon"
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was able to smile through her tears at the
alarm Of her dear one. Then she told
George all. How the cat had been sucker
enough to leave his tail lying around loose
while he was asleep; how in the intensity
Of her waiting for him she had put a
crimp in 1t with the fell rocker of the
chair, and how the cat had been drawn
into statements by sheer dint of his agony
which it was impolitic as well as useless
TO repeat.
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lieve both you and the cat of what was
doubtless an awkward situation" And
George Maurice St. John laughed gaily.
Then he kissed her with a fervor that
left nothing TO wish for, and Angelina took
a brace and sat erect Oh the sofa.
II feel better now she remarked.
George. tried to get in another kiss, but
she stood him of.
Don't crowd your luck. dear she said.
with a sweet softness. Il am yours for
ever. and there's not the slightest cause for
any excess OF osculatory zeal. You're to
have me with YOU always, so set a brake
or two and take the grades easy"
Thus repuised, George Maurice ST. John