The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-08-01
What a Parrot Did.

Had it not been for mischicvous
poll parrot-so tbs said-nIiss Mary
Strotter would now be on the French
liner La Bretagne, bound for Paris.
Primarily Miss Strotter's forgctfulness
was the cause of her tarry in Manhat-
tan, but at the finish the parrot clinch-
ed the matter-and Miss Strotter
GROVES.
Miss Strotter was prompt in reach
ing the French Line pier. She was
there fully an hour before sailing
time So also were two trunks, her
valise and her steamer chair. Miss
Strotter had come from the West on
Wednesday. She had stopped at the
Greenwich Street hotel.
1t was not until just thirty minutes
before sailing time that she discov-
cred the one article indispensable to
the trip was missing-her ticket.
I A messenger was passing. Miss
Strotter hailed him and sent him post
haste for the ticket. She told him
just where it could be found-on the
top Of her dressing table. The hotel
was only three blocks away.
When the man did not return in
fifteen minutes Miss Strotter grew
anxious and almost ran back to her
hotel. She met the returning mes.
senger at the door. The ticket could
not be found. She dashed by him to
her room and searched every corner Of
it in vain.
It was ten minutes before sailing
time. She was in despair. She had
begun q fresh search Of the room,
when she heard voice say: "You're
q fool"
It was the voice of parrot that had
the range of the house at certain
hours. He was perched on a shelf
and under one claw was the misaing
ticket. He few away as she rushed
at him, but she got the ticket and ran
back to the pier.
La Bretagne was jus. backing into
the stream, and she will have to take
passage on the next ship sailing
Ne,o York Journal.
AS Park Patrolman Albert Il. Wor-
sham, who is stationed at the Druid
Hill avenue entrance, was passing,
yesterday afternoon, 1886 Druid Hill
avenue, which is occupied by Charles
a. Guthberiet as a saloon and resi-
dence, he heard fearful screams issu-
ing from the second story windows.
The cries sounded like 'murder
and from harsh strained voice the park
officer instantly thought someone was
being strangled to death. Although
Mr.. Worsham is getting along in
years, he is sti!l coed runner. He
made record-breaking time between
the saloon and the park gate, where
Round Sergeant Jonathan Moxley and
Sergeant James Smith were standing.
It took him but an instant to tell them
ahei he hsd heard s'muraer cried frot1
Guthberlet's saloon, and that it had
sounded like somebody was getting
choked." Both sergeants were OFF il
second. They listened intently, bu,
not sound was heard. Probably the
person swho was being killed when
Worsham passed was dead by this
time, thought they, and they had bet
ter investigate.
They ran to the back gate, thinking
the murderer would escape that way.
Everything appeared all right but tc
make sure they climbed the fence and
peered over. They could see nothing
wrong and began to doubt the fact
that the murderer had escaped. They
returned to the front door and, as q
happy thought, questioned the woman
who lives next door. She had heard
no cries Of murder, and said the fami'
ly of the saloonkeeper were away from
home. On second thought she re.
membered that they had not taken
their parrot and that the bird had beer
yelling all day. This was enough fo,
the policemen and they returned to
their posts, warmer, wiser and angry
man. n.-Baltimore Sun.