The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-11-23

quart cup at me. I fled down the stairs
and escaped across an alley and over into
another yard. Here sat- feeling happy
and contented after my delightful break
fast. When the sun came out I clam
bered up to the top of an old shed and
spra wled there in glee. From my pleas
ant position I could see that unhappy
feline owned by old Mrs. Timmons in the
middle of the block. This cat has often
tainted me with my Loverty and my
homelessness. But this morning could
zee from where I lay in the sun this
wretched cat being washed and scrubbed
in spite Of it's pitiful shreks and cries.
Old Mrs Timmons had no mercy and she
secured that unhappy cat until l grew
quite sad and felt thankful that after
all was Fuzzy Wuzzy, the outcast. and
not a pet. Somebody threw boot at me
just then and l scampered away. AS
raced down the alley boy hurled
brick at me and two savage dogs set
upon me, and one Of them l am sure took
quite respectable mouthful out Of my
back. But, bless me, am so used to this
sort of thing that 1 do not mind 1t in the
least. Perspirng and GREATNESS. I at last
reached a refuge under buggy shed.
Again I Witness Torture.
AS l covered here listening to my
enemies barking at me in baffled rage
from the other side of the fence I felt
almost as though it would be pleasant to
have good home and kind friends. But
even while l was musing l saw that
Maltese cat that lives in the big gray
house on the corner being mauled around
by a cross baby. The baby would grab
the unfortunate cat by the tail and
throw it against the wall. If the cat re-
scented the baby's action and claWed at
him, the nurse would box the poor
creatures ears. Finally the baby threw
the cat down on the floor and sat upon 1t.
Even the hard-hearted nurse could not
endure this, and she protested. 1mmedl-
ately I heard shrill voice saying:
Nancy! Nancy! let that child play with
his kitty cat if he wants to-" Then the
nurse offered no more resistance. and
that great, ugly child sat down on my
unfortunate fellow-feline. turned away
sick at heart and went down to the lum-
Der ward on Kinzie street, where would
be spared such saddening spectacles.
I slept almost all the rest of the day.
going down an alley towards evening and
finding some meat that workmen hau
tossed out of their dinner pals.
I rested again until about IL o'clock.
when | started out to fill a date had
with a friend of mine in an alley back
of a boarding house in Dearborn street.
He was not in sight when l arrived. SO
| cautiously clambered to the top Of the
fence and in a low voice said:
.'Ye-ou T-o-m--
There was no reply. and again l shout
ed. "Y-e-O-u T-o-m--
"Confound that cat" l heard some one
saw and a bootjack passed p2rilnusly near
me. But 1 maintained my position ana
then began singing. In minute l heard
Toms voice. and he soon Joined me. he
has a much deeper voice than mine ana
we sing we'll together and we at once
nlunsed into the music and sang most
beautifully. But mercy me. Those peo-
ME around there acted strangely. VIM
dows went up in every direction and beer
bottles, paper weights. ink stands ana
a variety OF small articles were hurled az
ms A beer bottle finally knocked me or
J the fence and decided to 60 back to my
harrel and rest. So darting down tho
alley I ran a gauntlet Of flying missiles
and nnally reached the shelter OF my
barrel. and. crawling inside. fell asleep.
| which was the end OF sample day IN
| by life.-Chicago Tribune.