Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1910-08-10

September, and little Mrs. Samantha
Wells, of the Torboltor Home For In
digent Females, contemplating the
outer world pensiyely, remarked to
her roommate, Mrs. Serena Dodd: y
Peaceful, amt It. Sereny?" SCENE
Hike the Garden of Eden before
She was interrupted by a vail of
woe: .'Miau! Miau! Maui" There
was a rush, a scramble, a rafting of
the trellis outside, a resonant Bow
wow-wow!"
Mrs. Wells sprang up hastily, and
leaning from the window. announced,
..It's thar English mastir from the
engine-house on the boulevard, and
he's chased a cat into our honey
suckie." She peered down into the
thick foliage of the vine. 81 can just
make it out! It's yellow and black
and white" Then, cooingly. "You
naughty doggy. stopSit!"
But the mastiff paid no heed, con-
tinuing to bark yociferously.
ssIll tend to his easel" affirmed
Mrs. Lodd. GO home, you BEAST"
she doomed; and as the dog SUNK
away, Mrs. Dodd adiured in. melli-
fuous accents, Kitty! Kitty! CO.
ONE, kitty" The kitten mewed pite-
ously and chung still more tightly to
the honeysuckle, and Mrs. Dodd
called out:
"samanthy Wells. fetch me a
broom!"
Two minutes later the brush end
OF g broom was lowered to the level
OF the small fugitive, and he was in
duced to trust himself upon It, and
was drawn up to the window-ledge.
. me! O my" grieyed Mrs.
Wells. He's thin'sa rail!!p
How folkes can, passes ne!".
stormedM Mrs: Dodd. Hire some II
to take care OF the dogs, put the.
horses out in nice spring pastur's,
bargain for the whole entire family
to spend the season at one Of them
f~Tst-class, sky-high hotels up among.
the Berkshires. and leave little limo
cents like this to starre to death all
by their lonesome in a great city,"
The big Boston rocker. creaked in
dignantly as she pumped down into
it. Here, gimme him!" she ordered.
-I've had experienced Boldwell and
and me brung up a bakers dozen OF
young kittens their own material pro-
tectors had deserted" Mrs. Dodd
Rugged the small creature to her
breast. Now you cut along to Betty
Macdonald, and say amt she got a
thimbleful Of milk to spare, and to
heat 1t up {. speck."
Presently Betty, the maid, ap-
Feared, but as she placed the brim-
ming saucer upon the floor, she said
.deprecatingly, "I don't know about
these actions. Miss Timpkins hain't.
tsgot back from market yet. and I
=ain't by any means positive she'll ap-
prove Of toling cats around"
tThis amt cats, Betty Macdonald"
protested Mrs. Wells, reproachfully.
IE's just one little teenty-tonty scrap
sof a kittykins! oh, do see him a-lap-
ping up that elegant good breakfast
with his cunning little pink tongue!
o me! o my! Want he hungry?"
Soon the other inmates of the
home had focked In. and old Mrs.
Farwell was begging:
Let me hold him a spell. He's
the very image of the one my pa
lugged all the way up from Falmouth
when ! want the height Of a pud-
ding-stick, a regular patchwork kitty,
and we named him Joseph"
who for?" demanded Miss. Sally.
Sloane.
a'For Joseph, the son Of Jacob"
rejoined old Mrs. Farwell, stroking
the soft yellow and black and white
fur. Didn't he have a coat OF many
colors, Just like this dear little pussy
cat? And ! can speak a piece about
him, tool" She crooned tremuious-
II:
ST love little pussy, his coat is SO
warm,
And If l don't hurt him. he'll do ME
no harm.
I'll not pull his tail nor drive him
away,
But Pussy and I very gently will
play"
A brisk voice from the doorway
addressed them: why, why, ladies!
What have we here?"
There was a babel of ex- 'anations
and pieadings, but the matron shook
her head.
"I.m sorry" she answered, "but
we can't keep him. The bylaws say
distinctly, no pets III notify the
Society For the Prevention Of Cruelty
to Animals, and they'll dispose OF
him.
As Miss Timpkins departed, Mrs.
Dcdd said scornfully:
II s'pose them bylaws is like the
ones eonjured up by Mr.. Mead and
several other persons, and my Bold
wood ne told me oncet they couldn't
never be changed, not for nothing MOI
nobodyi"
The clock was striking two when
the agent for the society with the
many initials mounted the polished
oak stairs with the matron. and was
met at the top by little Mrs. Wells
who besought: C&