Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-02-09
y Advertiser Publishing Company
BY ADELINE CARRICK WELL;

story" said Dorothy, land 1 don't
have to If ] don't want to, so there,
Davie Dear. Do you want to hear
one or not?"
20 course" said Davie, grudg-
ingly. He had been sulky too long
to recover all at once. But ii won't
be my fault If l don't like it," he
added with the persistent note that
was so irritating.
You always do like them" said
Dorothy, still indignant.
Dayie grinned. 81 made you mad,
I made you mad" he sang, tri-
umphantly. Then, as Dorothy's
brows came together and she
opened her mouth to speak her
opinion he saw the story vanishing
that she had promised to tell, and
quickly changed his tune.
Il know I'll like it, Dorothy,
whatever it is, so please tell it,"
he said in such a nice. pleasant
voice that Dorothy had to look
twice to make sure that it was
really and truly her brother speak
ing.
You tell the best stories of any,
body in the world, 'cept father"
Davie added; lots better AN Mary
'Lizbeth can tell. Mary 'Lizbeth,
she can't tell good ones at ALL"
Her brow clearing, Dorothy said,
modestly, Mine aren't always so
very good. but / can think easier
than Mary 'Lizbeth." And then she
began the following wonderful tale:
This story Is about a poor little
starving kitten that didn't have any
home
ut lived in a dirty old alley, and
didn't remember when 1t was born
or whether 1t had any brothers or
sisters or not. It could only re-
member the alley and polSing its
little nose in baskets and boxes for
something to eat.
This kitten never had a single
drink of milk out of a saucer"
Dorothy went on, convincingly,
"one day it found an old condensed
milk can with a little milk in the
bottom of it, and 1t thought the
condensed milk was the best stuff
it ever tasted. 1t liked it as much,
Davie, as you like ice cream
1T couldn't" said Davie, with
conviction.
1T licked and licked until all of
the milk was gone And then II
curled up for a nap, and dreamed
that it had a whole can of milk
for just its very own self. It was a
splendid dream-for a kitten.
This poor little kittie, that had
never had a pet name, was so thin
that you could see every single rib,
and sometimes, when there wasn't
much to eat in the baskets and
boxes, 1t could hardly meow out
loud. So it wasn't a very happy
kitten.
One day a big old tom cat came
along. He was wtcked-looking
old fellow but he had good heart.
One eye was all bloodshot, and a
piece Of his right ear was gone.
But this was because he was a very
Independent old cat, and wouldn't
let another cat come in his yard, or
even sit on his fence.
"Tom-that WAS his name-came
into the alley by accident. He was
out for a walk and lost his way.
When he saw the little kittie he
but because he was so surprised.
All the cats in his neighborhood
were fat and shiny-looking, and
some even had silk cushions to
sleep on, so he couldn't believe his
eyes when he saw such poor lit
tie, tiny little, thin little kitten.
My stars said Tom, what's
the matter with you?'
AT first the kitten was fright
ened, but Toms voice was kind,
even if his torn ear and bloodshot
eye did make him look very fierce,
so the kitten plucked up courage,
and said in a weak little voice:
Why, nothing. Don't I look
all right?'
You're so thin said Tom. I can
see through you, nearly; you don't
drink milk enough, and I guess
you never get a nice fish head to
chew on, do your
az get enough, I guess said the
kitten proudly.
ITO Be Continued.)