Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1909-05-06

Iour cat zenobia just went In there"
Miss Inola moaned: Poor little Ze-
nobial She'll be blown into the moon!"
Captain Grant started to speak and
checked himself. Then, coloring vio-
lently, he announced Don't go on In
that way, Miss Inola. I'm going to
rescue Zenobia."
Miss Inola stared, colored on her own
account and extended her hand. .Wl- |
liam. she called him for the first time,
"you are good and brave and true"
The captain proudly raised his head.
girded his fowery, high coIored gown
about him and waded into the zone OF
glimmering light.
Hey. therel Danger! Powder!
Come back, man!'' bawled the specta-
tors. But Captain Grant strobe grimly
on. The last words of the lilac lady
rang in his ears-"You aSe good and
brave and true"
He heard the cat yowI frantically,
and he charged like an Assyrian host.
William. William, William!" her voice
kept calling to him. The door was fas-
a
captain easily broke through the rot
ten thing Brave and true, brave and
true" he kept repeating
The structure was doomed, but here
just within the door it was rather
dark and thick with smoke. He could
make out the barrels and tried to avoid
them. kitty. kitty, kitty!" he called.
He stumbled over something, caught
at barrel and plunged into its yawn-
ing top. His arms rammed into soft,
fleecy, choking mess. Scrambling up,
he overturned two others and rolled
on the floor.
Finally he regained his feet, covered
from head to foot with the pulverized,
clinging substance. A cat howled
somewhere. and he turned toward the
door. Zenobia sat upon her launches
twenty feet in front of the warehouse
splitting and bowling like feline de-
mon. The captain stepped out into
the light. He was covered, plastered.
buried, frescoed, coated with flour.
The crowd stirred in the distance.
Tompkins, proprietor of the Golden
Rule, had arrived. There's no pow
der" he exclaimed. ''rhose barrels
contain -four. Come ont" The mob
came like a hurricane.
Look at Captain Grant," they shout
ed gleefully-"f1our all over his dress
ing gown and on his face and hair!
Looks like ghostp
.Well, I'll be eternally jiggered!
fumed the captain. He kicked at the
screaming Zenobia and, missing, near
ly fell upon his back. Particles of
dust adhered to the -four, giving him
glorious checkerboard appearance.
He turned and ran from the madding
crowd. a white, gorgeous specter of
the night.
AS he scaled the picket fence some
one called to him, but he paid no heed.
He bounded down the little lane with
Berserker vim and fury. The person
who had called ran through gate
and stood in the road to check him.
The captain, wild, chagrined, unsee-
ing, waved his arms, put on more
steam and growled deadly menace.
civilian, Williamw called a soft,
sweet voice.
The captain, checking, tapped at the
-four in his eyes.
"Oh, you are brave and true, but
you do look like a frightV said Miss
Inola, and she broke down and sob
bed before the captain, taking alarm
again, could bound away.
'sThere, there, don't cryr' he admon-
ished. ''That spitire Zenobia's all
right and will live to be ten thou
sand"
Then he took her in his arms until
she became white with the dazzle of
the -four.