Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-03-02


Dear, We can't find Pussy Purr-
New! Nora hasn't seen her since we
left wv
Warren, who was having his smoke
ana his paper before he went to bed.
grunt.
Then Helen went back to her own
room and looked through all the
drawers into which Pussy Purr- New
being of investigating mind, loved to
cilmp. She had marked predilec-
tlon Tor fluffy lingerie, and more than
once Helen had found her shut up
ana asleep on her best "frflikins."
Every drawer was opened, but none
OF them disclosed a curled up furry
pail. Helen began to feel worried.
! When had they seen her last?
Nora was positive that she had
peen In the kitchen before dinner, but
could not remember seeing her after
wards. Helen thought she had felt
her rubbing against her dress when
they were at the table. though II
might have been last night-she was
not sure
warren, TRY to remember" plead
ingly. Did you see her while we
left?"
How in thunder do I know? I've
got something else to do besides keep
ing tab on the cat"
Helen was now thoroughly alarmed.
having looked in every possible hid
ing place, she and Nora now began a
search OF the impossible ones-includ-
ing even the refrigerator and the
oven.
Then, woman-like, Helen repeated
ner search in circles, looking in the
same me, places over and over again.
| she couldn't fall out the window,
could she, ma'am?" asked Nora.
In the summer Pussy Purr-Mew
Kept Helen in a state of constant anx-
llety because of her stubborn deter
mlnation to sit nonchalantly on the
very edge of the window sills. But
only the bathroom windows and one
IN the kitchen We're open now.
\ Horrible Thought
Inc window in Helens bathroom
was high and narrow, and Helen
stood on the edge of the tub to peer
down into the2 dark airshaft eight
flights below. Could she be lying
down there bruised and bleeding In
the snow?
lmpelled by this narrowing picture.
aeien interviewed the elevator boy.
BUT ne had not seen Pussy Purr-
New nor heard any piteous cries.
Ihen Nora was questioned sharply.
was she QUITE sure she had not
left the kitchen door open? Nora
stoutly maintained that She had not.
but Helen knew that when the stove
smoked she WOULD open that door.
tlnally Helen went back to the
library with q desperate,
Dear, she's NOT in the apartment.
Nora and | are going down to see If
she has fallen out the window"
Rot! Cats don't fall out Of win
We'll, she's gotten out some way!
Shell freeze night like this"
i Huh! Trust cat to make itself
comfortable
But Helen already had scarf over
her head and was now getting into
a long coat Warren threw down his
cigar with muttered profanity.
wen, II you must make fool of
yourself, suppose I'll have to go with
you. You and Nora can't be poking
around alone this time of night.
Turn off those lights! You've got the
whole blamed show going"
They first searched the basement,
engine room, coal cellar and laundry.
Then out to the back courtyard,
where Warren used up q box of
matches peering into dark corners
and under some old scaffolding.
oh, we must find her-we MUST
find her." insisted Helen, frantically.
She's gotten out to the street." her
mind filled with narrowing pictures
OF Pussy Purr- New half frozen under
some snowy doorsteps.
Grumpily Warren led the way back
through the basement out the deliv-
cry entrance and up into the street.
"oh. if it were only light, we might
see her tracks in the snow!"
| Now look here; we won't pull off
any Pinkerton stunts. We've carried
this thing far enough. Now you come
on upstairs."
"Oh. wait, dear! There's n police
man stationed down there. Won't you
ask him %
ASK him what? To call out the re-
serves to find a cat?"
Unheeding his sarcasm Helen darted
down the street. Warren followed,
swearing under his breath. The big
officer, welcoming break in the
monotony of his beat, met Helen as
she ran toward him.
Have you seen anything of a cat 2"
she painted breathlessly Not a
street cat-a real Persian cat-with
long fur!''
The policeman was most solicitous.
I Had he been stationed on that corner
as a custodian of wayward cats he
could not have been more concerned.
But, unfortunately. not q single cat
had crossed his beat. Apparently a
snowy night was not a popular one
for feline promenade.
Now, that's enough of this tom
foolery," snapped Warren. "Here's q
where you go to bed in answer to
Helen's pleading to look around the
block"
With an anxious face Nora met
them at the door.
We're coming back to catless