The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1912-05-08


SNOWFALL.
"Huh-guess he stayed out tonight
and is Just getting in! I'll soon put A
stop 20 you. son."
Bob looked around the room for some
missile To toss down upon the indie.
nant SNOWFALL, who obstinately voiced
his complaints beneath Bob Folsom's
window. Bob knew that all the other
bedrooms IN the house faced upon the
front and sides, and II was doubtful
( IL any one else IN the house could be
disturbed by the cat cries.
He decided that paper weight was
too heavy, sofa pillow too soft, his
boots quite out of the question. Snow
ball must be broken OF this midnight
serenading under his window He
whooped softly as Il happy thought
struck him. On his washstand WAS
an unopened package OF an especial
talcum powder that he used when shay
ing himself. A quantity Of this white
powder sitting down from nowhere i'm
particular upon the upturned face OF
Snowfall would effectually put that fe-
line nuisance TO rout.
As Bob opened the half pound pack
age OF talcum powder he chuckled soft
ly TO himself, not hearing footballs on
the carpeted hall nor the careful opcn.
ing of the rear basement door. His
own window was wide open, and he
thrust his head out, turned the pack.
age upside down and shook the powder
out Then he crumpled the pasteboard
container and tossed that down after It.
Snowbalps cries ceased instantly, but
they were followed by feminine ex-
clamation OF surprise.
Great Jove. IL / haven't sprinkled
Miss Lanei What in thunder is she
doing down there. anyway
Thoroughly chagrined and penitent
at the outcome of his joke upon the
white cat, Bob Folsom paused, uncer-
tain what TO do. Miss Lane was an
elderly woman, and the sudden de-
scent OF the powder must not only
have startled her, but might have
caused her suffering. Bob remember
ed what Mrs. Porter had said about
Miss Lanes asthma, and he resolved
TO make amends as far as lay In his
power. Consequently he dashed into
bathrobe and slippers and went out
into the darkened hall and down the
black pit of the stairway to the base
ment hall. He was cropping his way
toward the rear door, which he could
see was still open, when a voice close
beside him asked quietly:
"Who are you, and what do you
want?'
IL beg your pardon, Miss Lane,
is II not?" he stammered.
'Yes, l am Miss Lane" Bob heard
button click, and instantly the hall
was flooded with light.
he leaned weakly against the wall
and actually stared at the vision that
confronted him. If this was Miss
l.cne who was the CLASSY eyed lady
who had peered at him over the ban
lister that very morning?
She was beautiful. She was young,
not more than twenty-three, with
peach tinted complexion, green eyes.
dark eyebrows and-red hair! She
was the antlthesls OF his ideal In every
respect. and he should have turned
away from her with superb indiffer-
ence only he fell head over heels In
love with her at once-yes, red hair
md all. And the lovely waving red
hair was powdered thickly with white
talcum, and the peach tint OF her com
piexion was flecked with talcum, and
the dark blue silk OF her dressing
gown was flecked with 1t, and even
he tip OF her adorable nose. AS for
SNOWFALL, clasped in the curve of her
'oft arms, he was tossing powder with
very angry shake OF his head.
or course Bob Folsom had to apollo
'ize, and he did IL hastily, stumbling
'ver his words as he watched for
ome CLEAN of forgiveness In the
.reen eyes.
"Of course you didn't know she
aid when he had concluded. "and of
curse poor Snowfall doesn't like it
ut. I'm glad that / went down after
I'm Instead OF Aunt Cleopatra. She
you'd really have minded the DOW
err" She smiled sweetly at Bob as
he proceeded on her way III wonder
you would mind closing the door
nd putting out the lights. / heard
on coming downstairs, and / was so
frightened that L did not stop to close
be door. felt that 1 must find out
Tho 1t was"
Your voice did not sound frightened.
really, I'm afraid I've been
wfully old maidish, about that cat.
oppose you were anxious about
I'M he was saying when she inter-
hpted him with negative gesture OF
er head that sent two long red braids
wing over her shoulders.
mo, indeed; I'm not bit anxious or
md OF Snowball-be is so cross and
'ratchy. But Aunt Cleopatra adores
I'm, and that Is why I've had to go
own and call him in every evening at
edtime. l suppose you heard me-"
lie blushed and nodded sheepishly.
thought IL must be Miss Lane
,ur aunt, you know"
She cast an enigmatlc smile over her
BOULDER as she went up the stairs,
e snow white cat Rugged close to her