The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-05-08
KITTY
She Is the Cause of
aYoung Mans Sud-
den Change OF Mind
BY cLARIssA MAcKiE

| af0b AOhoOhh aS hC cioAAtAe0 hsN 49,"
"I'd like to get hold OF that eat II
did it would never get out alive again.
He stalked moodily TO the window an(
listened. IA IL fascinated by the low
pitched voice OF the woman calllDl
insistently In the yard below.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. kitty" sh,
called.
''She's been doing that every night
for "a week." grumbled Bob, leaving
the window when the sounds had died
away In a murmur OF endeNrments
IF had only known there Was cat
loving spinster In the house i would
have stayed on the outside. No cats
for me-not on your life.
| Bob looked around at the well fur.
nished room containing furniture OF
| his own. The low bookshelves were
filed with his books. Everything in
the two large apartments was his own.
| He resolved TO remain there until that
remote time when he would fall in love
and marry. THAT may be-never,"
he always told himself cynically.
AT breakfast he approached his
boarding mistress concerning cats.
"Ah, Mrs. Porter, didn't / hear cat
in the hall just now?' he inquired as
he slipped his coffee.
Mrs. Porter smiled impersonally.
probably you have heard n cat, Mr.
Folsom. There are three in this
house"
Three Bob was aghast. "And
are they all lost at night and do their
mistresses have TO call them home at
precisely o p. M, and
Dear me. no! They are very quiet,
stay at home cats-that is. all except
Miss Lanes Snowfall. He's an An
CORA and quite valuable. believe He
has been a runaway lately and does
not come home until poor Miss Lane
has become hoarse with calling him.
She has touch of asthma, you know"
81 hope SNOWFALL gets over his wan
derlust before long," remarked Bob as
he pushed his chair away from the ia
BILE.
Mrs Porter looked panied. II am
very sorry If It annoys you" she said
rather stifliy. but Miss Lane Is my
best boarder, and she happens to own
this house, and Snowfall is the apple
Iof her eye. Perhaps he will stay In
now"
"Oh, it doesn't matter" Bob hasten.
ed to say, already feeling somewhat
ashamed at his complaint against
SNOWFALL ocfbmo tfo ,,i..,o.. an
happened TO hear her calling every
night and / wondered-you know" his
voice trailed into embarrassed silence
as lie escaped into the hall and took his
hat from the rack.
As lie walked toward the front door.
Struggling iato his overcoat as he went.
he observed handsome white Angora
cat sitting on the newell post SNOW
ball, I'll be boundv' he said to himself.
lifting his hand to pat the beautiful
creature. But Snowballs white paw
shot out and his claws dug deep, leav-
Ing a long ugly scratch on the back of !
Bob's hand
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kittyv' call
cd voice from the floor above. |
Come, Snowball"
Snowfall mewed delightedly In re-
turn and darted, flying streak of
white, up the stairs.
Bob sent one upward glance to where
u face leaned over the banister of the
second story. A stiffiy brushed pom
padour OF gray hair above a high fore
head and pair of gold spectacles glis-
tened down at him. He turned away
impatiently. Snowball's mistress was
all that his Imagination had painted
her.
AS he went down the street he men,
tally cursed the cat that had admins
tered the ugly scratch, and he was I'LL
ri with unreasonable wrath at Miss
Lane for harburing the vicious beast.
that's the main trouble with board
ng houses" he said to himself. "They
ire filled up with old maids and cats
lnd parrots. / don't believe there is
my hope OF my finding a home any,
where unless / get married-and where
s the right girli"
Where was she? Up to this time she
iad never existed for Bob Folsom. He
,ad his ideal, and he was especially
convinced that she could not have red /
lair and be loved by him. Neither
ould her eyes be green. Her hair must
% soft dusky black and her ewes
hat rare hazel He reached his Office
i this juncture and was compelled 10 ,
lrop day dreams In the face of dry 70.
lities.
That evening as be sat before tho :
ozy hearth fire he heard the voice in ;
lie yard calling the recalcitrant Snow. 7
'all.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty There r
'ere the same deep lower notes lifting ;
pward TO the last piercing. and TO '
lob Folsom's nervously sensitive hear. q
TX, Irritating kitty" \
For an hour the calling continued
frequent intervals and then sudden. .,
ceased, much to Bobs relief. ezra 7
'ous," he muttered to himself as he n
repaired for bed, I'm getting to be as q
ID maidish as Miss Lane can possI. II
~ be-bet a dollar her name IS Jemi. n
lar
1t must have been after midnight :,
men Bob was awakened by a hideous
Owling undor hie uy,odo... ,r, :,