The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-07-31

skill it," cried Mrs. Green. "Good
land. Mr.. Barker! don't see how you
dare! It's sure sign of poverty and
death to kill cat!"
/ wheeled on; by this time it was
quite dark, and was close to the river.
left my wheel in clump of bushes
and united Prisclla's bag in hot haste
from the handles of my machine. Then
with my wrigghng burden I crept
stealthily toward the river. I suppose
I had a legal right to drown my cat,
but somehow I felt like criminal in
Q dime novel.
/ was going to give Priscilla stu
pendous send off, and had lifted her
high in the air for that purpose, when
She emitted yell that fairly curdlcd
my blaod, and simultaneously an iron
hand fell on my shoulder and stern
voice said:
''No, you don't do it! I've got you
safe this time. I've been watching for
you. You've got dead body in that
bag, and I arrest you!"
'Let me alone" said I, "I amt ado
ing anything, and"
"Good Lord!" cried the officer, it's
alive!"
"Of course it's alive" said I, "or else
I shouldn't be here with it. And I
shouldn't be here anyway, if it wasn't
for Nancy"
"Great Scott" !"cried the officer, "then
it's mother is concerned in it! What
fend in human shape she must bel"
"Well," said I, "Nancy is consider
able of tartar when she gets reused
up"
The officer took his knife and cut the
bag.
sIt's fortunate was in time," said
he, and then the cat broke up the
scene. You should have seen her. She
gave utterance to on ear-piercing
"M-I-E-O-W," clawed her way across
the officers face and left her tracks
marked with his blood.
"The-er-er-dicke said he
only he didn't phrase it that way-as
he wiped the blood from his manly
lineaments, "why in the name of COM
mon sense didn't you tell me it was a
blasted cat that you had in your
bag?"
"You didn't give me time" said /.
The cat had disappeared in the
bushes, and the policeman walked away
in disgust. Invent after my wheel, and
found that some scamp had taken adj
vantage of my absence and made of
with it. / may add that though hav-
ing been repeatedly invited to return
it, and mo questions asked" he has not
yet done SO.
walked home sadly, avoiding Nam
cy's questioning. 1 gave her to un-
derstand that I had traded the wheel.
The next morning Priscilla sat on
our bedroom window, placidly licking
her fore-foot.
"Heavens and earth, Silas!" cried
Nancy, there's that cat been and res
urrected herself, and looks just as
peart as new!"
"Nancy," said I, "I've got few words
to say, and it won't be necessary to say
'em over again at any future time.
Where I go, that cat goes. Where she
moves I move. Where I live and move
and have my being SO does she there
move and have her being. It's bad
luck to lose a cat, and bad luck to kill
a cat, and bad luck to give one away,
and I'll be for everlastingly tantoasted
if ever part with Priscilla!"
There are occasions when Nancy
does not dispute me. This was one of
them.
Oh, yes, we moved. Priscilla went
with us, and Nancy says she is so glad
that did not succeed in drowning her,
for she weighs two pounds more thar
Mrs. Green's cat, and there is going
to be cat show in town next week,
with prizes for the heaviest CATS
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