The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-04-12
THE YELLOW KITTEN


q T was the yellow kitten who did 1t"
Miss Priscilla Price said at the
church social in her most positive
manner, and no one, not even Mrs.
'Lias Miller, pretended to contradict
her.
Its the truth, indeed" Mrs. Sarah
Crump agreed, with her fat comfort
able chuckle, and the society in body
responded, That's so"
Yes, the yellow kitten was RESPONSE
BILE for the wedding that was to come
of tomorrow and that would thus
unite forever not only two very attract
i've young people, but also the we'll
known families OF Price and Campbell.
But we have begun at the wrong end
of the story, for Miss Priscilla ought to
have made, and in fact did make the
remark about the yellow kitten at the
end Of the narrative, and not at the
beginning. And thus, to get things
straight, we win start over again in the
old-fashioned orthodox way.
Once upon a time mot so very long
ago, ether the little village of Pine
vile fiourished like a green bay tree.
1t is true it hSd not arrived at trolley
cars or electric lights, but it was a very
charming place to visit nevertheless.
Bicycling was not entirely unheard Of,
though those who rode were scarce-a
few visitors at the summer boarding
house in the little hills just outside the
village had introduced the wheel, but
the most conservative Pinevillians,
Miss Priscilla Price at the head. quite
frowned down upon the sport, and Miss
Rebecca Slow has said, in season and
out of season, that "'if any niece of hers
so demeaned herself as to be guilty Of
such an unladylike, worldly amuse-
ment, she would be sorry, that's all, !"
and then an expression of having al
ready made a VIII would pass over her
austere countenance.
But to the story! There were two
prominent families in the village who
had lived there since the very existence
of the settlement, and with whom all
the best people craved to be connected
in some way. They were the Campbells
and the Prices, and Miss Priscilla, who
insists upon getting into print just as
If she were a heroine, was one of the
most respected members Of the latter
tribe. As it has been limited before,
this is an old-fashioned story, and has
a genuine heroine, to wit, Mabel Camp
bell. OF course, there is hero, too
whom the girls said was just toe
sweet to i've" and their mothers de-
clared that he was a perfectly safe
young man, while the fathers anc
brothers, though not going quite so far
had only good words to say Of Charlie
Price, at your service.
Now the gentle reader" or, as some
writer's prefer to say, the fair reader,
has doubtless guessed the sequel
Charlie was in love with Mabel, anC
the wedding, though properly opposet
by the powers that were, was a natura
consequence. But where or when dix
the yellow kitten come in? All In goo'
time, my friends.
The Campbells and the Prices had
feud of long standing. originating Il
the years gone by over the fenc
boundary, each head of the famil
claiming twelve feet more Of groun
than the other considered his due. Fol
tunately this feud was conducted in
quiet and perfectly lawful manner, an
poison. bowie knives and pistols did nc
figure in it. But the feud was a pos
tive one, Notwithstanding. No CAM
bell or Price had ever been known
shake hands. not even at church 81
cial. which Mrs. 'Lias Miller and Mis-
Rebecca Slow denounced far and wild
as "onChristianlike. But In spite
the disapproval Of many Of their con
mon friends. there was apparently L
chance of any Of the members maxim
up until-well, just before this stoi
was written.
The places adjoined, as the dispute
boundary line suggested; in fact Il
whole village had grown up arour
them. and what was once an old cou
try lane where their gates stood, WI
now a smart village street.
AS children, our hero and heroine hi
several times displayed much contem
for the family fuss, and had been SEE
playing together. though often forclb
separated by indignant parents wi
threats Of being sent supperless to b
If the offense was repeated. Evident
they had inherited none Of the III fe
ing Of their ancestors, which W
mighty unnatural. Miss Priscil
thought, though, as she always sa