The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1901-12-20

and he could do just what he liked with
them; no one could prevent hfc xsa.ud
1he cats themselves were hell -ss.
Helpless? Yes, indeed, poor little
things! And they were so soft and
downy. Felicia had caught a glimpse
of them as she went down the hall. 1t
may be necessary to science that some
creatures should suffer, but surely it
was cruel to sacrifice this who family
of six Angoras-the devoted mother
and her five wOrshiped, nesting ba bies
The Professor was out. Felicia half
opened the door of his room and peeped
in. The alluring picture of domestic
felicity that met her eyes decided her.
Madam, the Angora mother, lay pur-
ring, sleepily on a soft rug before the
hearth, while five little bundles of soft
down snuffied and wriggIed against
her maternal side. In a moment Fe-
licia was on the rug beside them, her
dark locks mingling with the white
fur, five pink noses rubbing in a search
ing, puzzled way over her smooth
cheek. For five minutes she gave her
self pp to this quiet ecstasy; then puss,
resenting this prolonged interruption
of her family privacy, gently but firm
" showed her disapproval.
Felicia sat up and pushed back the
rumpied hair from her face; then she;
looked around her at Prof. Max Eger's
apartments. Just what professors
rooms should be, she thOught-books,
books with atrOcious titles every
where, along with prOfusion of very
ancient-loOking curios. This next was
his sleeping room. and beyond. Felicia
saw with a shudder, was the labora-
tory. What a horrible collection of
skulls, bottles, test-tubes, alcoholic
specimens and Internal machines it
Nas! And tomorrow these little dar-
Tngs might repose on that shelf in bot
ties marked "FeliS domestica," and
that inhuman wretch would smile
with satisfaction at his ghastly work,
and feel no more compunctiOn than
lf he had taken a worthless watch to
pieces to find out how it worked.
Could she stand by and countenance
this slaughter of the innocents? Her
whole soul revolted against it. Her
mind pictured the terrible process.
He would do the cowardly deed to-mor- |
row. 1t was Christmas, a holiday he |
might find bore unless occupied in |
she would stay here until he returned. |
and dare him to touch a hair of their |
innocent heads! Then he would calm
ly look at her through those formida-
be glasses-not at her, but 1t the wall /
Oack of her head-in a way she had |
seen him DO, and inquire how long
since she had acquired the right to
enter his rooms. If he should ever
look at her like that she felt she would
sink through the floor. No, she would
not defy, she would beg, entreat There
was still the intrusion.
She heard the landlady putting up
the stairs; she might be discovered
at any minute. One momento of hesita-
ton, and then the six cats were bun
died, wriggling heap, into her skirt,
and Felicia was flying up the hall to
her room. once there she threw her
self, flushed and breathless, on the
bed, While the mother cat, with little
sOlIcitoUs cries, licked and fOndled her
Jost.ed children. Now, Felicia was nc
coward; three years of journalism :
had thoroughly trained her woman's 6
heritage of nerves, but at every step
that passed her door the color that !
ReVer failed hen even during interviews