Bisbee daily review., 1910-11-11
Ephrairn's
 Luck A Cat and . Girl Both Win By EVELYN WINTHROP Copyright rsio. by American Prsss
By EVELYN WINTHROP
A Cat and a Girl Both Win

| Poth WAh buBcuy WfIttcu ou hct
 stormy countenance and in the very
 pose of her outstretched hand from,
 which dapgled the iifeless remains of
 a promising young broiler. | Another one?" queried her sister
 disconsolately. That makes-let me
 see-seventy-two chickens killed in the
 last six weeks. At dollar a pair those
 broilers would have fetched $3ey' | Tt is an outrage" sputtered Amy,
 fiinging the defunct chicken far from
 her sight. That cat must be killed ! at ouce.'
 | "Did you send Mrs Beemer a bill for the chickensg" asked Louise, intent
 on her needlework.
 | Amy nodded. "Sent it Monday" Heard from her today?"
 Wees"
 Did she say she was a soldiers
 widow and that the gray cat was her only solaeer' Louise smiled mischiev- ! ously.
 Word for word. Laugh. if you must, young woman" went on Amy gloomiiy. but remember, please. that I am not a talented female artist who 1 can earn the price of a gown with a few daubs of paint. am mere. | commonplace plodder, and I haven't talent in the world save for poultry raising. snd now I begin to doubt my ability to succeed at that" ..T1i see Mrs. Becmer myself" an- nounced Louise. arising and folding her work with an air of decision. ..She must either pay you S36 and promise immunity from further annoyance from the cat or she must kill the bcsst-
 .'she won't do either," nourned Amy from the piazza as Louise passed out of the gate and crossed the street to the abode of the Widow Beemer.
 Louise Wallace found the Widow Beemer seated on the back stoop in the act of placing a saucer of milk before the huge gray cat. Ephraim.
 Evening. Louey," remarked the widow smiabiy. Its some warmer today
 Tt is," agreed Louise coidiy. Mrs. Beemer. that cat has got to go"
 You mean EphrsimT' quavered the widow.
 "Of course
 I'm q soldiers widow began Ann Beemer in the melancholy tone she reserved for that oft repeated statement. but Louise lifted slim finger warningly.
 And Ephraim is your only solace." added the girl dryiy- We know all that, Mrs. Beemer, and we are very sorry. but you must see that we can't It's preposterous. Ephraim seems to kill just for the mere pleasure of the deed. He's a cold blooded old mur- dercr."
 The pale gray Ephraim turned . light yellow eye in her direction. and a faint sheer lifted his black lip. Then his red velvet tongue darted in and out of the milk. and his eyes were hidden
 Ann Beemer sighed Very well.' she sniffed tearfully. "Fll have to give him up. I guess. He's the only comfort I've got now. But you can just take him away and kill him, Louey. m kiss him goodby if you don't mind''
 If you will put the cat in a bag. Mrs. Beemer, I'll find somebody to dis pose of him." interposed Louise im- patiently.
 With a Lard little glitter in her black eyes, Ann Beemer brought covered basket and thrust the scratching, spit | ting Ephraim within. She tied the cover securely and gave the basket into Louise's hands. Then she threw her checked apron over her head and rocked mournfully to and fro. Louise paused at the gate and, look ing backward, felt pang of pity for | the old woman. Then she thought of the mournful Amy across the street
 and Ephraim's bad reputation in the
 community as chicken slayer and passed through the gate.
 "I'n run around 10 Latimer's and sec
 if one of the boys won't chloroform the
 cat. Amy will be relieved. indeed.
 when return and tell her that Eph-
 raim has gone to join his forcfathers.' .''
 It was no light task to carry the
 shaking basket within which the big gray cat fought tigerishly for escape.
 Her hands were quite sore when she
 reached the Latimer place and found
 herself in the midst of curious group
 of boys and girls at the back door.
 Mrs. Latimer came out and joined
 them.
 "I want somebody to chloroform { I cat" said Louise. Its Ephraim, you
 know: he's been killing off our broil-
 CTS. thought one of the boys might. I'll give a dollar"
 | Mrs. Latimer shook her head. "I
 don't want any of my folks to kill a
 cat, Miss Wallace: it's awful bad luck, you know. Perhaps Peter Swanson's
 folks will do it for you Swedes don't believe in luck and such things"
 "vefy we'll" said Louise wearily.
 win you let Bnly carry the basket
 for me? Ephraim's very heavy"
 q SueS there won't be any harm in
 that-and hs was wishing this morn ing that he could earn . quarter" in-
 sinuated Bfly's shrewd mother. | ssTsl1 nao fhaf ha Oofa . ouap<~r far