The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1906-12-19
was for trouble.


Micawber had had hard life. What
between the world, the flesh and the
small boy he was up against 1t most
OF the time. As a kitten he Il d been
reared In comparative luxury. but that
time now seemed to him, y en he
thought Of II at all, like a dir, sweet
dream. Mostly he did not THU; of II. |
being too busy with everyday affairs.
such as fighting. dod1fHg s-1aes and
looking for ii-0rcadeg The family
where he had lived in his happy youth
had moved away, forgetting to take
him along The next occupants Of the
house did not want him, SO he was
thrown out on the cold world. He did
not leave voluntarily, but after being
chased out, kicked out, locked out and
doused with hot water a sufficient num-
Der Of times he finally took the hint
that his company was not desired. He
did not so much mind the indIgnities.
but rude, physical assault panied and
surprised him. There are some things
that even cat will not stand.
After that, for the most part, he
lived ia back alley He slept in a
barrel by day and went on voyages
Of exploration and discovery by night.
He did not find much but tribulation
and scraps-scraps that were eatabIe
and scraps with other felines. Some
times, when driven by hunger he ven.
tured out by day. Occasionally he
caught sight of a mouse, a bird or a
chipmunk. Then, motionIess and alert,
ha fnHt rhnk
ages. The patience of a cat is
thing that should be immortalized on
monument. While on these daily
outings he had to jump sideways and
straight up 20 get out Of the way of
playful brickbats and clods hurled In
his direction. He became as expert In
lodging missiles as a millionaire In
evadlng a court summons. Only Mi
cawber knew nothing about million
aires. He belonged to the hoi polloi
Most of the time he lived the strenuous
life. He became expert in war through
many trouncings. He learned to lick
everything he could not make love to.
He had no morals to speak Of and was
never troubled by conscience or aItru-
ism. When living the simple life he
was mild and meek looking and had a
voice as gentle and pleading as that of
a book agent. But when on the war
path he was a cyclone and emitted
yells that would wake up the block.
He was bad man from the mountains
and was yearnlng to make the world
acquainted with the fact.
Now, there are cats and cats. as you
doubtless know. Sometimes there are
too many of them, especially at night
Micawber belonged to this overplus
The cats voice when tuned up is not
exactly like the music of the spheres.
but attracts more attention. When ex-
cited by wrath feline language has q
diabolic quality that sounds like bias
! phemy. So does the language of the
| man who Is stirred out of his rest
/ thereby. If some Garner could dis
cover Just what feline small talk means
| he would doubtless bring to our notice
an original and delicious array OF
swear words that would enrich the
language
Through long practice MIcawber had
developed q voice that ran all the
1 AA4EOOoACD.s
| through all the scales Of dlscoCd and
embraced all the o-taves Of inharmony.
II was not musical. but penetrating
II was chaotic. criminal and assault
provoking. II expressed all that b
aendish and mAlevOIent Il had In Il
the despair and error Of a lost SOUL
the wall Of q defeated demon. II was
a scandal. an outrage and an infamy.
The steam siren got all III sliding scale
Of diaboIIsm, all its crescendo Of cussed-
mesa. an los switchbaeks and shoot thS
chutes Of the infernalism Of sound
from the feline voice.
Yet to regarG Micawbers sleepy
exes. his inOfensive demeanor and bis
| glayful disposition one could not sus-
| meet him OF harbOring such sentiments.
You would not imagine that under that
auffy and amiable exterior could be
rolled up so much noise and depravity
on the outside. lnofensive and guile
less decllity; on the inside, murder.