The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1896-02-22

or winking for an hour and twenty
five minutes, which prevented her
from going into fits"
At the end of that time very large
tortoise shell cat jumped in through
the coal.shed window. He bowed to
the two ladies, laid his hat and cane
and gloves on the pile of kindling-
wood, and then put on his spectacles,
and came to the side of the box and
looked at Whitey's tongue and felt of
her pulse. Then he sat very still,
thinking, for four minutes; and then
he said very solemnly,-
L think she's threatened"
Mrs. Gray and Tabitha Brown
looked at each other with tears in
their eyes.
'Now don't get excited" said the
doctor. "Keep calm, and | think we
can pull her through. Has she been
exposed to kitten-pox?"
81 don't know" said Mrs. Gray:
"she went to kitten garten last week,
and she might catch it there"
"What has she been eating?" asked
the doctor
"Not thing today" answered the
mother, "and it is now past ten
o'clock. l can see she's getting
weaker every minute"
Exactly" answered the doctor.
"You did we'll to call me SC promptly.
Now, if you can get her Little
Mouse Pie within two hours, her life
is saved. The mice must be six weeks
old, and fresh, not picked. There
are two places in the city where they
can probably be obtained; one is
Gillespie's, on the corner of Indiana
Avenue and 22d Street, and the other
tsp. X. Bowens on South Park Ave-
nue. and 10Th. Do you trade at either
of these placesa"
"No," said Mrs. Gray.
"Well, there is cats annex n.the
rear, where they keep large and ex-
cellent assortment of this class of
goods. They are perfectly reliable.
Now there is no time to be lost"
''Tabby," said Mrs. Gray, eff you'll
stay with the children, I'll go for the
mice myself" And she put on her
bonnet and gloves almost before
Tabby had time to answer; and, TAX
ing parasol in one hand and small
tin pail in the other, she walked very
fast till she came to Gillespie's. She
hurried round to the cats annex in
the rear:
"Have you any little mice?" she
asked.
"Fresh or pickled'" asked the
salesman.
Fresh said Mrs. Gray, land six
weeks DID,"
I'VE have plenty of fresh seven
weeks MICE" answered the salesman;
land we have had a good supply of
the skies, but only half an hour ago
l filled large order, and now there
are only eight left"
Eight will do" said Mrs. Gray,
eagerly, handing him the small tin
pail. Give them to me at once. l
will take them home myself, for the
need is urgent"
She hurried home with the mice;
and, as soon as she was inside the
shed, without even stopping to take
off her bonnet, she tied large ging-
ham apron round her waist, and made
up fire in the kitchen stove. Then
she went quickly to the pantry, and
took out the kneading board and
rolling-pin and a yellow dish and
knife. Then she put in the dish
cup of -four and half a cup of lard
and level teaspoonful of salt, and
cut up the lard and mixed it all in
with the flour, and poured in some
water and made it up into dough,
and sprinkled -four on the board and
rolled half the dough into thin
sheet, and laid it on plate for the
undercrust, and trimmed off the
edges and laid the little mice on
it, taking them up carefully by their
tails, and sprinkled over them little
salt aud little pepper and little
mustard and a little nutmeg and
three drops of lemon juice and five
drops of vanilla and half tables
spoonful of cream and piece of but
ter as big as your thumb, and rolled
! out the top crust and laid it over and