The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-01-06

neys. something furry and pink stole
out, and, posing for a. moment on a
gutter edge, slithered down by a gutter
pipe and seampered toward us.
RUM" shrieked Yvette
ana run We Gid. pursued from that
weird house by its demon, a gaunt long
haired, pink cat.
We left it behind when we reached the
road
we did not play any more that day. but
came home footsore.
Ill
About this time said Yvatte. tif we
mad only worked like good gleenen VIC
should have spread a newspaper over the
table and poured there a whole sack
or sticky brown pennies and worn three
penny bits and the three half pennies
pitched US from the top of four-in-
hand" -0'-
"And somewhere under thickest pen
Mes L sald would be blinking a half
sovereign, coming upon us as a golden
Light"
AT present we have spent two sbill-
ings," and Yvette giggled over with rec
objections Of the old masters.
1t had rained little and we draw IN
our chairs to the first fire of the year
under the little chimney piece with tha
Two shellhouses and the clock that had
stopped
Inc window blind tapped and creake1
until Yvette reused herself from the COM
PORTABLE chair nook to fasten it. Her
myers were touching the blind cord
When the bottom of the blind was push
ed back suddenly, and Yvlette jumped
back with little cry. 1t was the de-
mon OF Farrinswater, the huge pink
cat, who, putting his forefeet carefuIl,,
together on the ledge, leaped thence to
the shelter of the tablecloth, from which
a minute later he deliberately emerged
to stretch himself on the rug, with loua
purrlng that invited Familiarity.
we are hospitahle peOple-my wife and
land we found ourselves kneeline rs
side the demon, uttering solicitous moo.
poos" or 'ipussys," and profferine mill
and hard roe parcel OF that with which
our last herring had been delieatelv fpr-
nished. III
II believe he's dyed, said Yvlette.
m certain he is, he comes off on nv
handkerchief now he's a little damn.
Ihat woman must be very hatter-1nad
And what on earth has the pussy PR
sian tied round its Hecl1?"
a little cooked hat note. A soaked lea5
from metallic notebook We united fho
piece of Irvine it was strung to, fatten-
ing it carefully, and this is what We
! READ, knocking our heads together in
! our new excitement.
II you get this bring the police and
lock her up. There will be reward if
you like, but look sharp You'll hear
The shout If YOU make row enough
Her must be the Householder de-
! mon, said Yvette, devouring the sodden
! pencil legend. unless it means her IA
miliar the cat And who is it she has
locked UP? DO you think it is the perse-
cutting ancestor appealing from duranee
under The Morning Post?''
Its too weak-this little handwrit-
ing
And he's modern enough to know
about abe police" said Yvette, ''and look
how lie spells him. There's only one 81
in police Isn't there?"
we have no chance" I said. s'of ar
! irving at consensus of opinion of the
| force. for there is only one of him in
Lymchurch, and he's P c. Kelly, who
is staying on leave with his mother, the
widow. 1 admit that one u is a
/ starveiing way Of spelling him."
I'VE can't go tonight said Yvette de-
cidedly; your boots are so wet
''In the morning, then,' said 1, 'the
cavalcade will start, and this time we'll
hire wagen-we won't walk there
again.
Yvette was biting her thumb and gaz.
ing at the pink cat who was sleeping on
his well warmed side, replete with milk,
! purring mildly as in his dreams he fol-
lowed dreves Of purple mice to eatty
| doom.
Said she: my theory is that the old