The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1902-07-31
BENTON LOUISIANA, THURSDAY, JULY 81 1902

tails OF her toilet. There were two
guns now, instead of one, and Jones'
kitchen window had three broken
panes of glass to attest to my skill in
taking aim.
Nancy had got behind the water bar
rel and crouched down. She said after
ward that she had done it so as not
to distract my attention.
"Well, now," said Nancy, "the fact
of it is that cats got to die! She
needn't think she's going to put folks
to all this trouble and live! I'll put her
in a bag, Silas, and you can get on your
wheel and take her out Springville way
and drop her in the river. guess that'E
settle her. And we can go right on
with our moving"
at don't seem just right, Nancy" re-
marked I. "Priscilla's been bang up
nice cat, and faithful friend. She's
cought our rats and mice, and purred
to us winter evenings, and been glad
to see us at any time in the day. That's
more than you can say of most of your
dear friends. She's shared our crust
and eat up the leavings of the steak,
that otherwise would have been wasted,
and she's never seemed to lay it up
against us when we drowned her kit
tens"
"There'd have been 10 dozen of 'em
if we hadn't drowned 'em!" said Nancy,
land you don't want to go to getting
sentimental over any messes of
drowned kittens. You just go and nail
up that box of crockery, and tie up
the feather beds, and put the burlap
over the parlor set, and take down the
spare chamber curtain fxings, and
then you'll have plenty of time to att
tend to your cat. It'll be better to
go along toward evening. Cats don't
mind being out nights, and it'll seem
kinder natural to Priscilla to start out
at sunset"
So it befell that as the shades of
evening were gathering mounted my
wheel, with Priscilla in bag dangling
from the handle bars, and sped out in
the direction of the suburbs. / was
glad it was dusk. A man feels mean
when he is going to drown cat.
I hadn't gone 20 rods before met
Jones.
"Hello!" said he, what you got in
your bag?"
"Cat," says I.
"Good gracious" says he, "you amt
never going to give your cat away.
It's bad luck to give cat away when
you're going to novel"
Pretty soon I met Brown. He re-
moved leg from his wheel and side
tracked me for chat.
"Nice evening"" said he. "Going to
move, l hear. What have you got in
your bag?"
"Cat," saysI I.
"Cat? Oh! somebody's given you
one, hey? Well, everybody needs a
cat. But it's bad luck to move a
cat"
Soon after parting with him met
Robinson.
"Hullo," said he, taking little spin,
Ell? What you got in your bag? Fam
lily silver, eh?'
''Noe"I said, "a cat.''
"Oh. going to take her over before
your goods go? She'll never stay. You'll
lose her, and it's mighty bad luck to
have cat leave YOU"
''The next person encountered was
Mrs. Green. She was returning from
a meeting of the sewing society, and
stopped me.
"Good evening, Mr.. Barker" said she.
"Hear you are going to move! How's
Nancy? Hope it'll agree with her where
you are going. She don't look over
and above pert lately. And she's get
ting awful gray! What you got in your
bag?"
"I've got cat," said /, beginning to
feel savage enough to do for all the
cats in the country, "and I'm going to
kill it!'