The Newport plain talk. (Newport, Tenn.) 1909-1939, 1912-05-02

bheS talens homs. And then Helen saw
/ pinned over the cage door BLUE rib,
bon with First Prize, Kitten Class, y
gold-lettered upon it.
The first prize! SO pussy Purrmew
was blue-ribbon cat! Helen could
hardly restrain her delight. She had
had no idea that the prizes would be
awarded so soon. t.
Mighty fine kitten you've got there,
ma'am,' said an attendant who was
brushing around the cages, expectant
Of tip.
"Oh, yes; isn't she lovely Kitten
answered Helen proudly.
She could hardly wait until Warren
came home that evening to tell him
the wonderful news. Before he got
his overcoat off she was out in the
hall with an excited account of 1t all.
"And oh, you'll so with me tonight
and see her-won't you dear?"
"Hunph! A cat show is about the
last thing I'd ever so to-but / suppose
III have to in this case"
ooh, then, let's hurry and get
through dinner" eagerly. I'm go anx-
ious for you to see 1t all. Pussy Purr-
new looks 50 dear in her red velvet
cage and there are so many wonder
fuLkittens there"
"Now, look here, ! said I'd go, but
you needn't expect any enthusiasm.
The proper place for cats is the cellar
or the barn. It's these foolish women
who haven't anything better to do who
make a fuss over lot Of pampered
cats"
But Helen was so glad that Warren
would go that even this attitude did
not dampen her ardor.
1t was just when they reached the
exhibition hall. The poultry show
was downstairs, and they entered amid
a chorus of Growing ROSTERS.
- "Cats in the Concert hall!" read a
large sign over the stairs.
Helen had seen this sign before, but
1t had not struck her as comical. But
now Warren almost exploded.
Cats in the Concert hall!" he
reared. That's a lovely sign!"
why, dear, i don't see anything
very funny in that
"You don't? You DON'T? Oh, well,
you never had any sense of humor.
Cats in the Concert hall!' say that's
RICH!"
But, dear, what else COULD they
say? This is the Concert hall and the
cats are here" said Helen seriously,
still not seeing any humor in the sign.
But Just then Mrs. Stevens sighted
them and made her way over through
the crowd.
"Oh, am so glad you came" cordial
ly shaking hands with Warren. your
kitten is receiving all kinds Of
honors."
AS she led the way towards Pussy
Purrmew's cage, she paused before
that of large pure white Persian cat
with cageful OF prize ribbons and
trophies.
This is Prince Edward! I want you
to see him. They say he's worth 3d.
00O'
Three thousand dollars!" unused
Warren. Imagine $4,000 walking along
your back fence! It'd give me the
cold shivers every time I'd see him dis
appearing over to the neighbours yard
Goa, THESE cats never walk the
back fence" laughed Mrs. Stevens.
We'll, l wouldn't trust them if they
had the chance. The three-thousand-
dollar and the alley brand are pretty
much of the same kind of cat"
ooh, here's Pussy Perrmew!" ex-
claimed Helen. isn't she dear?" as
the kitten rose and rubbed against the
cage the moment she heard Helen's
voice. "Oh, you've got your collar
all awry. There!" opening the cage
door and adjusting the bow Of red
satin that adorned her neck. "You see,
Warren" pointing proudly to the blue
ribbon; "the first prize in the kitten
class"
"And there were great many kit
tens entered this year." said Mrs.
Stevens. But l knew all along sne
would win
And Warren, manlike when any
thing belonging to him is distinguished
by some mark of merit, was now
prompt to share the credit
eyes," patting the kitten condescenG.
ingly, we've got pretty decent cat
here. Seems 10 have stood up pretty
we'll against the others, didn't she?"
And Helen was too proud and too