Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1909-06-05

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"Your cat zenobia just went in there
Miss Inoln moaned Poor little ze
nobial She'll be blown into the moonr
Captain Grant started to speak and
checked himself Then. coloring VIC
lently, he announced: Don't so on ir
that way, Miss Inola. I'm going tc
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 howery, high colored gown
about him and waded into the zone OF
glimmering light.
"Hey. therel Danger! Powder.
Come back, mani" bawled the specta.
tors But Captain Grant strobe grimly
on. The last words of the lilac lady
rang In his ears-"You are good and
brave and true"
He heard the cat yowl frantically,
and he charged like an Assyrian host.
william, william. Wllliam!T her voice
kept calling to him The door was fas.
tened with a rusted paddock, but the
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, kittylr he called.
He stumbled over something, caught
at a barrel and plunred into its yawn-
ing top. His arms rammed into a 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 pulyerized,
clinging substance. cat howled
somewhere, and he turned toward the
door Zenobia sat uron her launches
twenty feet in front Of the warehouse
splitting and bowling like a feline de-
mon. The captain stepped out into
the light. He was covered. plastered.
buried, frescoed, coated with -four.
The crowd stirred in the distance.
Tompkins, proprietor of the Golden
Rule, had arrived. There's no pow
der" he exclaimed. Those barrels
contain -four Come onT The mob
came like a hurricane.
"Look at Captain Grant" they shout
ed gleefully-"d all over his dress
ing gown and on his face and hair!
Looks like a ghostr
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 a 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. Wllliamw called a soft,
sweet voice.
The captain. checking, tapped at the
-four in his eyes.
ooh, you are brave and true, but
you do look like a fright" said Miss
InoIa. and she broke down and sob
bed before the captain, taking alarm
again. could bound away.
There. there, don't cry" he admon-
ished. That spitfire Zenobia's all |
right ond will live to be ten thou
sand"
Then he took her in his arms until |
The became white with the dazzle Of
he -four.